In kindergarten, I only drew pictures of Chrysler Prowlers crashing into water heaters, which would then explode in flames and cause smoke alarms to go off. My teacher was disturbed for some odd reason and sent letters home to my parents. Didn't bother me then, but reflecting on it now makes me feel like a strange human being.
A couple years ago, I was going on a tour at the National Weather Service's St Louis Headquarters. I hadn't had a drink at all that day and was standing outside talking to a meteorologist about career planning. It was about 85 degrees and we were in the direct sunlight. Soon, the tour started. I walked into the air conditioned building for an overwhelming sense of relief. Pretty soon, I started to become irritable and had a pressing feeling of utter hatred for the guy standing in front of me. I gradually developed such a sense of hate for everyone in the room that I started to feel dizzy. Nausea began to hit me on top of that so I turned to my mom and said, "I need to get out of here." She became worried and was like, "What?" I just continued stammering my words together and said, "I need to get out now." She started to walk me out the door, and I lost all sense of consciousness and didn't have a sense of what was happening. I woke up lying on my back in the walkway leading from the door to the tour room to the door going outside. There were probably about 15 people crowded around me and staring, including my parents. I apparently passed out from heat exhaustion.
My XR_7 account, literally every post because I have read them all.
Also in kindergarten, I was sent to the principal's office because I crawled under the principal's table while she was eating lunch and grabbed her legs. Once I got home, I was confined to my house's spare bedroom for the entire day.
