During my sophomore year of high school, my sister and her friend tried to set me up on a blind date with the guy who mowed her parents' lawn. It never worked out, and we never met. Two years later, during senior year, I met and started dating the guy who I'd eventually marry. A couple years later, we discovered that we were supposed to have been each other’s blind date sophomore year. We'll have been together 17 years this March!

My father had a heart attack many years ago, and I showed up to the hospital at 3 a.m. Given the time and the fact that he was in ICU, I initially wasn’t allowed in. However, I was finally let in by a nurse who calmed me down and allowed me to see my father. He was so kind to our family throughout my dad's hospital stay. About six months later, my paternal grandmother was in the ICU for a medical issue, and again, we were cared for by this nurse. About a year later, I received a call from my dad telling me to turn on CNN. Turns out, the nurse was Charles Cullen, who famously confessed to murdering up to 40 patients.

My boyfriend and I moved into the same apartment my grandparents had lived in after World War II. We didn’t know until my mum was going through their old stuff to make a Remembrance Day piece for her front hall and found an old letter addressed to them at my address.

I accidentally set my best friend up on a blind date with her ex-husband. I was going out on a first date with a guy, and he asked if I had a friend for his friend, so I invited my best friend along...and then the guys showed up, their jaws dropped, and we had many margaritas.

My brain associates people with colors when I first meet them. The only color I ever pay attention to is yellow. Yellow people are usually really s**y people that I don't like. It's alarmingly accurate.Edit: RIP my inbox. I tried to answer some questions today but can't get to all of them. To answer the repeating ones: I only get colors in person unless I'm watching videos or seeing pictures of myself. I'm purple. Generally I gravitate towards people in the cooler color spectrum. My wife is coral and is only one of two corals I've met. My mom is most unique in that I pick up earth tones with her and she's the only person I've met that I get multiple colors from. Yes to a certain extent there could be some self-fulfilling prophecy going on with my assumptions, though the color pairing is very real and annoying. I realize my comment was accidentally racist, but we all know what I'm meaning lol. Thanks for all the interest, glad I'm not as weird as I thought!

When I was around 8, my dog followed my dad to wait with me for my school bus. While they were waiting, my dad saw Fluffy get hit by a truck, so he took him and buried him. We then went out of town for the weekend. But on Sunday evening when we got home, Fluffy was standing on our porch! Dad couldn’t believe it and told us, 'I buried him on Friday!' Turns out, Fluffy had just been knocked out cold, so he rose from the dead and waited on us to come home.

I have full-spectrum synaesthesia, meaning that all of my senses are crossed with one another. As a result, I can quite literally taste the rainbow, I can see why kids love the flavor of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and whenever The Rock flexes, I can smell what he's cooking.No, it doesn't make life more interesting for me. Keep in mind, I've never known anything different.Yes, it does have some small benefits. The condition often helps me with any writing that I do.No, it isn't a superpower, despite what you might have seen on whatever show that got it wrong.Yes, I get asked these questions whenever I mention having the condition.TL;DR: According to some, my life is a permanent acid trip.

I was eating lunch at Wendy's when Bill Murray sat down at my table, stole a fry, dipped it into my Frosty, and ate it. He then looked at me and said, 'Nobody's gonna believe you,' and walked away.

I was eating lunch at Wendy's when Bill Murray sat down at my table, stole a fry, dipped it into my Frosty, and ate it. He then looked at me and said, 'Nobody's gonna believe you,' and walked away.

I can change my eye color between brown and green at will. Takes a minute but I can.

The first time I ever went to the casino, on the first slot machine I ever touched, I bet 80 cents and won a jackpot of $800. It paid rent that month.

I went to the hospital once with, what felt like, really bad period cramps. They cut me open and pulled out an 8lb human being.

I went from homeless drug addict to a director position at a tech company in a span of 15 years.

A couple of years ago, I was flat broke and in a store spending my last couple of bucks on ramen to get me through pay day. The lottery happened to be high, so I decided to spend my literal last $2 on a ticket. Well, this little old lady walked up behind me, and since the store was packed, I let her go ahead of me in the line. She purchased one quick pick lottery ticket. I then purchased my lottery ticket and ramen and went home. A couple of days later, I saw her on the news: She was the only winner of a $90 million jackpot. If I hadn't let her in front of me, I would've purchased that ticket, and I'd be millionaire right now.

I drove 14 hours one way just to go to the International SPAM Museum. Like that was the entire point of the trip. Nothing else.

I can’t get brain freeze. Not sure how unbelievable that is, but most people are pretty confused by it. I have some extra bone growth, called a torus, that presses up against my soft palate and prevents me from getting brain freeze.

I have seen my own intestine.Since somebody asked: Semi-Truck blew a red light as I was pulling out of the hospital I worked at. The ED crew ran out, shoveled me off the asphalt, and ran me inside. If it had been anywhere else I'd have bled out before an ambulance arrived. It broke my left everything, including ten ribs, many if which wound up in my lung, one of which is still unaccounted for. I was fortunate enough not to suffer any spinal damage, but I did lose my left leg below the knee. I've made a mostly full recovery, less the.leg and significant lung functionality.If you think about how a grape splits open when you squeeze it too hard you'll have the right idea.

I am completely unable to create new images in my head and everything I picture I have to relate to something I know. Usually when reading a book I picture characters as famous people that they remind me of and sometimes they do not fit remotely. The weirdest example is when reading A Song of Ice and Fire I can only picture Wyman Manderly as Hedonismbot from Futurama.

I was born blind but now I’m a pretty successful painter.

I was once in a casino on a boat on a skyscraper

I have been struck by lightning, bitten by a copper head, burned in a house fire, broken six ribs, lost most of my left lung, and dislocated my eyeball. All in the same year.

I was once picked up by a large bird when I was younger. (Around 3 ) Lifted me at least 4 feet off the ground then dropped me and flew away.

I once achieved over 300,000 point score (not lines) on Tetris, on the original Gameboy. The little winning rocket gets bigger every 50,000 points over 150,000 and after 300,000 it looks like a giant p**is soaring up the screen.

I once walked over a mile during a snow storm at night down a dark country road while being pursued by a pack of coyotes with only a whistle and a road flare to protect myself.

I can name the first 493 pokemon in order and have quite literally "caught them all". After black and white came out I was too old to dedicate that much time into knowing the rest lol

My grandmother was traveling to the Philippines with her sister who was ill. When they got off the plane and went into JFK airport, Harry Connick Jr. helped pick her up after she collapsed onto the floor. My grandmother looked up and said, 'You look a lot like Harry Connick Jr.' He responded, 'That's because I am Harry Connick Jr.'

My wife is a childcare provider, and some years ago one of her clients was a couple with a little girl about 2 years old. They dressed her up as a prisoner in an orange jumpsuit with makeup eyebrows and scars on her face. She became the non-crying half of the 'timeout changes a man' meme. The crying boy in the picture is a neighbor.

When I was a baby, I was run over by a car. Not just hit, but completely run over. The wheel went up my body and thankfully veered off before running over my skull.I have some scars and possibly my epilepsy was caused by this. Not sure though.

I was eating at Burger King with my Dad in early 1986 when I saw Herb. I missed out on winning $5,000 for two reasons:I was 15, so they would have given the prize to my Dad anyway.My Dad was a malignant narcissist, and he would have kept the money.Also one bonus reason:I was too chicken to say, "Hey, are you Herb?" He stopped and stood there for a while, then he turned and left.

My uncle is Bill Gotez. Its pronounced Gates. I told some people at my elementary school and one of the teachers called a parent teacher meeting to talk about me lying all the time. My mom came in and backed up my story. At the time I didn't even know who Bill Gates was and didn't understand why no one believed me.Uncle Bill isn't very good with computers. In my early teens I would give him tech support.

My father was a communist who tried starting a communist revolution multiple times throughout his 20s and 30s, while my mother was an anti-communist refugee from the then Soviet Union.