Who was the ODDest person you ever knew?...

[Bruce Wayne]

This above would basically describe me.
I feed the birds, the deer ate all my apples this year. I am a nut for animals.
I put my 15 yr. old dog Precious to sleep and it about killed me. She was like my 3rd. child and sat under my feet constantly. I swore I would never get another animal.
I then moved and bought a home. Guess what. The people left their cat. I adopted it even though it was almost a feral cat by time we moved in. Took it to vet immediately and made sure it was fixed and had shots. It is now spoiled rotten.

And this is why you are a good person in my eyes. :eusa_clap

 

[Carlisle Blues]

And this is why you are a good person in my eyes. :eusa_clap

That was the point, good or acting within normal parameters not ODD..

 

[Edward]

fftopic:
I know most people like animals but it has been my experience that the more people are really into animals they seem to be less into people. Does anyone else find this to be true. Must be a trust factor for sure.
I have a SIL I love and she is amazing with all kinds of animals but not so comfortable at all around people.
A very good mother to her children though. They definitely got to have pets. lol

I consciously chose to keep cats over human children, a preference I will never regret. That probably makes me certifiable, at this rate. lol

 

[LizzieMaine]

I consciously chose to keep cats over human children, a preference I will never regret. That probably makes me certifiable, at this rate. lol

The nature of human relationships is that we will always disappoint each other.

The nature of human-feline relationships is that we will always disappoint our cats.

 

[Edward]

The nature of human relationships is that we will always disappoint each other.

The nature of human-feline relationships is that we will always disappoint our cats.

Isn't that the truth!! lol

 

[Bruce Wayne]

The nature of human relationships is that we will always disappoint each other.

The nature of human-feline relationships is that we will always disappoint our cats.

In ancient Egypt, cats were worshipped as gods. They have never forgotten this.

 

[Foofoogal]

is that we will always disappoint our cats.

I don't know. Maybe because my newly acquired cat struggled daily to find food outside like moles since she is now in the home she seriously adores me.
I have a plush blanket and it is a ritual we do that she jumps up and has to be on said blanket kneading it.
She reaches out and holds my hand. Pesters me till I holds hers. Come summer not sure what I will do as far as the blanket as she has some vicious claws due to sharpening them on trees to kill stuff. lol

 

[davestlouis]

I had a neighbor, a middle aged woman, who used to walk into unlocked garages and homes on the block and steal anything that wasn't tied down...crazy as a s**thouse rat, this one was. When confronted, she claimed she was retrieving things that were hers. Her husband tried like the dickens to keep her medicated, it didn't work.

Also had neighbors who were pornographers...late 40s, knocking on 50, sold homemade movies of her doing the nasty with all sorts of folks, while hubby filmed it. They got caught in St Louis County, running what they described as lovemaking seminars in motel rooms...the boys in blue called it prostitution and they wound up in court. They wound up giving up the porno trade, said corporate pornographers were putting little independents like them out of business, couldn't get distribution of their product. Odd thing to have in sleepy, conservative Lake St Louis MO. The family that bought the house have little kids, and it took years for neighbors to stop calling it "the porno house".

 

[Undertow]

I've known a number of oddballs. Unfortunately, I'm pretty eccentric myself, which has resulted in me feeling like many of the oddballs I know aren't that odd...which then makes it hard to explain the oddballs I know.

I was a bartender at a rough joint on the north side of town by a Firestone tire factory. One guy I knew, name was Gary, but everyone called him the Colonel. He had black shaggy hair and a full beard. He would ride in on his motorcycle like the cops were chasing him, wearing a dusty denim vest, no shirt, jeans and boots. He’d stand at the bar and order a drink he called a Sunny Driver in a really gruff voice you’d expect to hear from a mad biker. A Sunny Driver was a pint glass of vodka with, literally, one drop of Sunny Delight orange drink. One drop. Very, very specific. Anyhow, he'd have two of those in a span of about 10 minutes. He'd hand me the glass, beat his chest, run out the back door, and tear off on his bike into the horizon. He was like something out of Mad Max.

Another guy I knew, name was Carlos. He worked at about every single possible job in town and either got fired or quit each one. When he ran out of options, he joined the Army. Got discharged before he could finish basic. Then he worked at a couple more places before he tried the Air Force. The day he was supposed to leave for basic, he joined Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey’s circus, hopped on a train that night and was gone. Then he ended up getting romantically involved with a 30yr old Colombian AND her 13yr old daughter in their 6x8 train car room for a few months before he got run out of the circus altogether. He was dumped in Las Vegas, met a bartender that night, and 3 weeks later they got married. They divorced shortly afterwards and he moved back here to IA.

Last guy I’ll tell you about is a real person, but I won’t say his name. They call him the Butcher. He’s a real nice guy, good family man, hard worker at his day job, lives over on the east side of town. He’s a narcotics dealer on the side. I don’t know him on a personal level (thank god), but I’ve made his acquaintance, and I’m familiar with some of his friends and family. He’s probably the scariest fella I know of. He’s got a body count to the ceiling (yes, he’s killed people), he runs a lot of product out of god-knows-where, and he’s an intimidating kinda guy, as you can imagine. One guy owed him money, so the Butcher waited around in the guy’s driveway for an hour, no one showed up to pay him, so he went out back and shot this guy’s family dog, cut its head off and put it on the doorstep. I could tell you all sorts of really horrible stories about this guy, but obviously, they’re not Lounge appropriate. I had a run in with him once, he didn't recognize me - and it almost cost me my life. It was over some girl, or something, I don't even remember. No kidding, no stories; god's honest truth. I have no idea how I talked myself out of it, but I'm here today and scared as heck.

Many of the odd balls I know end up in my writing as a character. The Butcher, especially, plays a role in two novels I have going.

 

[Miss sofia]

We have a guy who lives about five houses up from us in a really old dilapidated house, (children run past it, it's that bad), with his Mother that i have never seen or heard a peep out of (Norman Bates anyone?), he tends to run around the town rather than walk and always wears carrier bags on his feet. I was debating whether to call him 'odd', as after all we live in England where the word 'eccentric' is usually the corrrect terminology for these kinda people. Mind you i did hang out the washing this morning, whilst having an in-depth conversation with the dog, dressed as a sailor (me not the dog), so perhaps i need to think a little more carefully before i start pointing the finger at anyone..:eusa_doh:

 

[Honey Bee]

We have a guy who lives about five houses up from us in a really old dilapidated house, (children run past it, it's that bad), with his Mother that i have never seen or heard a peep out of (Norman Bates anyone?), he tends to run around the town rather than walk and always wears carrier bags on his feet. I was debating whether to call him 'odd', as after all we live in England where the word 'eccentric' is usually the corrrect terminology for these kinda people. Mind you i did hang out the washing this morning, whilst having an in-depth conversation with the dog, dressed as a sailor (me not the dog), so perhaps i need to think a little more carefully before i start pointing the finger at anyone..:eusa_doh:

There's a fine line between eccentric and 'oddball'.
I am told that talking to the dog qualifies as normal...at least that's what Professor Higgins told me before he went back to his nap...

 

[1961MJS]

Hi

The oddest person I know. Do you want that alphabetically, Chronologically, or scaled by danger level?

Chronologically.

1. Guy down the street, lived across from our school, had a one eyed pony and cut up and dissected every animal we found. I looked him up (just Google) and if he's a serial killer, he hasn't been caught yet.

2. Guy I went to high school with, his nickname was a lot like oddball. Freshman year, he got kicked out of school for a day or so for reading Playboy Magazine in Study hall. For a week or two he was our hero, THEN he got caught reading Modern Romance Magazine. He made our driver education teacher about wet his pants. This guy put the pedal to the floor and controlled speed using the brake.

3. Fred (nickname) from college, cause he looked just like Fred Flintstone. He was the most boring person I've ever met, he used to talk to me for hours, and when I heard silence I grunted. (Now my wife says I never pay attention to her...).

4. Radioman, he and a friend overdosed back in the 1970's, his friend died. Radioman because he wears headphones everywhere playing static. Walks EVERYWHERE, and has a restraining order in every restaurant in town. Chased my son's friends van down the street with a rake. He has a facebook page (under Crazy NAME Sightings).

5. Kid from Scouts who was allergic to porcelain. Went (#2) in his underwear and then changed underwear. Parent didn't think it necessary to share that one before our week at camp.

6. Prince Mongo of Zambodia moved to Memphis in the 1980's, I had his campaign literature at work somewhere.

http://www.memphishistory.org/People/Characters/RobertPrinceMongoHodges/tabid/297/Default.aspx

www.myspace.com/prince_mongo

Later y'all

 

[Harp]

I've met some characters, but one in particular: a Playboy playmate
I-and three other guys-were assigned to bodyguard during a USO swing
through the Mediterranean/SETAF (Southern Europe Task Force) command.
Started in Rome, ended Istanbul, with a stopover in Athens.

That gal was wild. But not too bright. Or cooperative.
Should have received hazardous duty pay and a thirty day recovery leave.

 

[Miss sofia]

There's a fine line between eccentric and 'oddball'.
I am told that talking to the dog qualifies as normal...at least that's what Professor Higgins told me before he went back to his nap...

Well that's settled that then! I ran that comment past Mr Bear and he told me to bow to Professor Higgins excellent judgement in these matters and then carried on chewing his foot. Lovely dog by the way x

 

[Miss Scarlet]

There was a guy called "Crazy [not going to say name]" in my University town. He claimed he was a real vampire and walked around in the crow make up all the time. He'd swish his black leather jacket like a cape and regularly jumped off high statues in the area for no reason at all, body slamming into the floor. He also was accused of always having sex with underage girls and being a paedo. I think he's about 27 and had a 12 year old girlfriend and got her pregnant. Last time I saw him he was bashing his head into a bus stop. I tried to avoid him most times.

 

[Undertow]

There was a guy called "Crazy [not going to say name]" in my University town. He claimed he was a real vampire and walked around in the crow make up all the time. He'd swish his black leather jacket like a cape and regularly jumped off high statues in the area for no reason at all, body slamming into the floor. He also was accused of always having sex with underage girls and being a paedo. I think he's about 27 and had a 12 year old girlfriend and got her pregnant. Last time I saw him he was bashing his head into a bus stop. I tried to avoid him most times.

lol

These kids today! You buy 'em all these books and all they do is eat the covers.

 

[Quixote]

I've bumped into a couple of pretty weird persons on my walks around town. One of these oddballs just came out of nowhere, told me how he beat up an infantry company with a slide whistle and a pencil, as well as beating up a karate master in Italy, as well as having himself shot in the head and going through surgery without any anesthetic (having told the surgeon to just "pull it off straight-up"). He also produced a bullet hole-ridden trilby from his breast pocket ("See, it's all genuine"). He then proceeded to pull a bicycle bell from his sleeve, ring it and disappear into the crowd.

I think my old Physics teacher qualifies. He used to tell stories about his summer cottage on the planet Mars, as well as losing all his hair as the result of a failed flight to Sun.

Whenever someone had a hat on indoors, he tried to remove it by using telekinesis.

He also had a strange habit of drawing the children's cartoon character Maisy Mouse on all the course papers and the blackboard.

I miss that teacher.

 

[Edward]

I was debating whether to call him 'odd', as after all we live in England where the word 'eccentric' is usually the corrrect terminology for these kinda people.

The rich and the middle classes are eccentric - the poor, merely odd.

 

[Foofoogal]

I have kinfolk that is what one would I am sure think as very, very weird but highly intelligent.
Hand picked by Frank Lloyd Wright to study under him. I am not sure if he would be on this site so will hold for another day.
I so wish he could of gone more mainstream but he would see it as very, very boring and way out of his life mission and believe me he has one.

I am sure as a young man to study under such a great man would make the rest of your life downhill.
I often wonder though if the man FLW would be alive today what would he think.
Very sad really. I see his angst and am helpless. I know part of it and why but so much more missing.

Now I am being weird. ...

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Went to Memphis in the 1980s and have lots of pixs of Mongos house and car. One of the highlights of my trip.
A guy in Austin runs around town with a diaper on.

 

[vitanola]

Like Plushies.

Ewwwww!