As someone who lives hundreds of miles form any amusement park of note, I cannot get my head round anyone wanting to go to Disneyland or and other park more than once or twice in a lifetime
I can't imagine NOT being attracted to theme parks, though they're all far from me and many of them aren't open during my primary "travel seasons." (I don't like to travel in the summer...) I think I've been to Magic Mountain 3 times (California), Cedar Point probably 5 times (Ohio), and DO plan to return to both.
if I sleep in the dark I get "false awakenings" which are dreams/nightmares where you think you wake up (because you're where you slept) but are dreaming still. One of the scariest things I ever experienced.
I sometimes had those...I need to find a cartoon link to send to you but I don't remember the name of it. I even had a term for it - "cascading nightmares." I don't think I've had one of those since I was a teen or young adult, many decades ago.
1. I sleep with a lit night light in the hallway. I like my bedroom dark, but I appreciate having a little light to make my way to the bathroom. Since my mid-40s, I do sometimes get up in the middle of the night to pee.
Me too, though my middle-of-the-night peeing is more a reaction to the fact that I simply drink a LOT of water, much more in recent years than during most of my earlier life. Especially at this time of year it comes in very handy; my skin used to crack a lot on my hands, feet, knees during the winter and it almost never cracks anymore.
4. I'm immune to hangovers. No matter how much I drink or what I drink, I never get a hangover. I've never had one in my life and I hope to keep it that way.
Likewise, and I HAVE been quite drunk (though rarely) at times. So rarely, that I can say my most recent "drunk" was at
omminc's downtown Minneapolis apartment a few years ago when he invited the entire JUB meet to party at his place Saturday night. Possibly because I usually also "drink as much water as I can stand" if I'm getting drunk...as heavy drinking will dehydrate you.
I bet this comes in handy when opinterph eats stuffed cabbage.
Or if you're eating it, and a retrograde weather system (opposite direction of the prevailing winds/movement) makes yours waft all the way southwest to Greater Atlanta...
OK, MINE (and I'll probably later think of a #4 which precedes at least one of these):
1. During my grade school years, I was moderately autistic - i.e. at least "functional" though I was definitely very much a scared kitty. The diagnosis was only a generic autism one, but I think only because the Asperger's diagnosis didn't exist yet. I was in a psychiatric hospital for 54 weeks during my puberty, very fortunately it was part of a teaching hospital so the staff weren't nasty and brutal bureaucrats as was true back then in a lot of those places. I don't have anecdotes of brutality from the place, other than three bullies there (which, of course, "comes with the territory"), and even they weren't entirely brutal; I never really got "beat up" by somebody. There wasn't electroshock therapy, or wanton deprivation, etc. - no corporal punishment (spanking, etc.) - my worst punishment was not being able to go on a field trip to the
Ford Rotunda once, and being sent to "the Q. R." (Quiet Room) maybe twice for an hour or two to chill. I was still wetting my bed every night (at 12) when I went in, and that entirely stopped within ONE WEEK. This place didn't entirely "fix" me, but it gave me a foundation that I built my life upon. Very few people who have strong firsthand or secondhand knowledge about psychiatric hospitals have ANYTHING good to say about them but, yes, it was needed and was a good thing for me. I seriously doubt I'd be alive anytime in the 21st Century if I hadn't had that one-year intervention (which, actually, I was seeking as well).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Rotunda
2. Many people here, and of course people I know in everyday "personal" life, know that I am a Leftist/liberal, almost to the extreme. My politics are closest to Socialist, though NOT Communist - and, yes, there are YUUUUGE differences. (Very thankfully, too, I'm able to "compartmentalize" things such as 21st Century politics from how I run the rest of my life, and even more thankfully it doesn't invade my dreams. I'll tell y'all, too...the Serenity Prayer is a rock to me and, no, I've never had to go to AA meetings or such.) DESPITE MY POLITICS, I actually considered myself a "redneck" in my early years to well in my 20s, and I was "compatible" working for the U. S. Government as an auditor looking at WEAPONS costs. I sometimes get very-jaw-dropping reactions from people when I tell them this.
3. OK, I do "need" three, don't I? Let me think. OK, this: the great majority of my ADVENTURES have taken place since I turned 60 years old. All four of my most major climbing-hikes have happened since then: 1150, 1580, 1860, and 2400 feet climbs (no staying/camping) - three in the West (Montana, British Columbia, Utah) and one in Maine. The day after the 1580 foot climb, my 550 feet climb - coming back out of the canyon on the Navajo Trail at Bryce Canyon, while at about 7,500 feet altitude - was trivial. This 60-year-old decade (which ends this coming August) was the decade of my first zip line ride, my first whitewater rafting trip, and five of my six overseas trips. (I count Hawaii as overseas, as it crosses more than 1,000 miles of ocean.) Last May I jumped far out of my comfort zone by going as far into Europe as Bosnia-and-Herzegovina (by myself!) when I had never expected I'd ever make a solo trip to anywhere I may not get along well in English, and that tradition was already broken as soon as I got to Italy. These are the kind of things that most people, if they don't do it in the 20s or 30s, never do it later.
I've also been on my "most-extreme roller coasters" in my Sixties, but that's more because of the fact that many of the most extreme roller coasters didn't exist before then.
