1. I'm literally allergic to the cold. I have a (minor) condition called Cold Urticaria. Most people don't really understand how you can be allergic to a temperature because most allergies are tangible, like peanuts or dogs. So basically when I get cold, my skin breaks out into really, really itchy hives all over the parts of my skin that are exposed to the cold, like this (these aren't pictures of me btw):
Thank god I live in Australia, so I'm rarely exposed to temperatures extreme enough to make me break out. It didn't develop until like 13 when I started puberty, but I had to give up swimming as a result because I would break out into hives when I jumped in the pool in winter. I've since discovered taking an antihistamine will stop it from coming up (because it's an allergy) so now I always take a Telfast before I go to the beach, even in summer, to save myself the embarrassment of it potentially coming up. I didn't know what it was for the longest time either, I just called it my "cold rash."
2. In October 2011 my best friends and I came home from a Halloween-themed party at a club in the city, and we were waiting for a taxi at the taxi rank when we were stabbed by two girls, who we assumed were on meth. It was pretty embarrassing, because our group was 3 girls and 3 (gay) guys including myself, and we all got stabbed by 2 girls who were younger than us
Just so you know I'm not making it up, here were some of the local news website reports on it:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2011-10-1...-brawl/3571398
https://au.news.yahoo.com/a/10466974...ting-for-taxi/
http://www.adelaidenow.com.au/news/b...-1226166433802
Anyway, it was just a pocket knife, but we were stabbed nonetheless. These two girls (like I said, most likely high on ice) came up to the taxi rank and starting getting in this other groups face, and one of the girls in my group started laughing. These two girls were kind of trashy looking. Both were in track-suits and ugg-boots. One was a Pacific Islander and the other was this chubby redhead with really bad acne and crooked, yellow teeth.
Anyway, they heard my friend laughing and were like "wtf are you ****ing laughing at you skinny bitch!?" and started walking towards her. She backed off and hid behind our other friends and I stepped forward, put my hands up and was like "woah, woah, ok, it was a mistake, just walk away ok, it was nothing." And the Islander girl was like "you wanna go? You wanna ****in' go muscle man? Let's go" and started bouncing up and down on her toes. Idiot. Anyway, the skanky redhead charged at my skinny friend who laughed and smashed her head up against a taxi that had just arrived, which she was trying to get in to. Another one of the girls was like "GET THE **** OFF HER" and started fighting the redhead.
I started pushing the Islander girl back some more and she was still going "come on, come on muscle man, ****ing fight me" and she started swinging at me while I was trying to hold her by the wrists. Anyway, she kept trying to hit me (while my friend was screaming from having her head repeatedly slammed on the taxi by the redhead) so I pushed the Islander girl across the road with full-force and my friends said she went flying. Like she actually got significantly airborne because I'd pushed her into the other lane of the road (from the gutter).
The dirty redhead saw this, and the next thing I knew, she was the one fighting me going "hit me, hit me ya c**t. F***in' hit me, come on bro." While this was happening, the Islander was now lying on top of one of the gay guys, smashing his head on the gutter while 1 of the girls and the other gay guy were trying to pull her off (the skinny girl who had her head smashed on the taxi and the other girl were in the taxi trying to get everyone to stop and just get in).
Anyway, I tried doing the same thing to the redhead (who was now fighting me) as I'd done to the Islander girl - just pushing her off, trying to calm her down and trying to get her to walk away. And then out of nowhere, I felt something knick my forearm, and it felt really weird...like a quick sting. I didn't even really see it happen, I just felt it. So I looked down and saw this little bubble of blood. And then out of nowhere it suddenly started streaming down my arm and dripping off of my elbow on to my shoes. I kind froze and went in to shock a bit, I think. So I turned around and jogged up the hill like 10m away from the fight, back up to the train station. I didn't even think, before I knew it I'd called 000 (which is Australia's 911) and I was shaking. I was like wtf, I've just been stabbed. Anyway I was on the phone to the operator and all these guys (in their mid-late 30s) were up at the station and had noticed the fight and were shouting "OI, DON'T F***IN' TOUCH THEM MATE. THEY'RE F***IN' GIRLS!" to the other two gay guys, and I can't remember if I told them "one of them has a knife" or if I was too shaken up and was telling the operator that and they could hear me. Anyway, the operator told us to get in to the taxis and come straight to the Police station, which was just down the road, and I heard some of my friends call out to me from a taxi. I got into a taxi with them and told the cab driver to go straight to Hornsby police station. And when I got into the taxi, there was blood...everywhere. The gay friend who was getting his head smashed into the gutter got stabbed in the stomach and needed stitches and his shirt was completely ripped. There was only 3 people in our taxi, and when we got to the police station we paid the driver and he turned on the light and was like "WHAT THE HELL?! WHY IS THERE ALL THIS BLOOD HERE?" and my friend was like "soz babe" (hahahahaha
) Anyway, we went in to the police station and the police were like "where are the other 3?" and they just got a taxi back to our friend's house. So we had to call them, and let them know that a cop was coming to pick them up. I stupidly cleaned my wound as soon as we got there. They took photos and everyone's wounds looked so bad, except mine which had stopped bleeding and just looked like a popped blister.
Anyway, we had to give separate testimonies and we were there until like 8am. My friends were so angry at me for calling the cops. They were honestly the dumbest people I've ever met. I think they were all illiterate. It took my cop like 2 and a half hours to write up my testimony and when he printed it off for me to proof-read, every third or fourth word was misspelled and there were no full-stops or commas. It was all just one long-arse sentence with no capital letters. I was just like "**** it, seriously" and signed it because I was so tired. When I went back out into the waiting room (and my next friend went in to write up her victim statement) I looked at my other friends who'd already done theirs, and we were in complete shock that a police officer could be that stupid. It was so infuriating.
Anyway, the trial was a couple of months later and they both went to jail. And we stupidly all got drunk the night before the court case and rocked up still drunk and kind of high/scattered. Everyone was angry at me, once again, because it was my fault for calling the police, consequently turning it into a trial, and we were all so anxious and out of it, and so, so tired. All of us were coming down and we had to give statements. Fortunately, the one girl who was pleading innocent changed her plea to guilty right at the last minute (so she could get less time) and as a result, we were no longer required, thank god. I really didn't want to testify, or see their faces. So embarrassing that 3 gay dudes and 3 girls got beat up by two teenage girls.
3. I'm filthy. Like I redefine what it means to be messy. My parents and siblings are concerned that I'm going to be a hoarder when I'm older because I'm just that messy. Even with rubbish in my room, it doesn't phase me. I won't be a hoarder, because every now and then I go "I should probably clean" and I have no emotional connection to stuff. I just don't give a **** about whether or not my room is a pig-sty. But I can guarantee you, if you ever met me, I would easily be the messiest, most unhygienic person you'd ever met. And from my experience, messy people are way more chilled out and laid back. Clean freaks are always super up-tight.
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Ugh. The essay
Long story short:
1. I'm allergic to the cold
2. I once got stabbed in a fight at a taxi rank by 2 teenage girls high on ice
3. I'm really gross/messy
But of course, me being me, I turned it into a novel