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Have you ever "discovered" something about yourself that surprised you?

Asked by WillWorkForChocolate (22653 points ) June 2nd, 2012

If you don’t mind sharing, what was it?

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Coloma's avatar

Oh yeah, lots of stuff. The biggest was discovering how happy I could be as a single person after my divorce. Another is that I can always tell I’m in a mood when I start bitching at drivers. I am usually very cheerful and easy going but whenever I catch myself swearing out loud at another driver or wanting to flip ‘em the bird I know I’m stressed. haha

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

Haha! Drivers of the world, beware!

I just “discovered” that after being brought up as Southern baptist, I am now, apparently, an agnostic.

Coloma's avatar

@WillWorkForChocolate Don’t tell yo mama that. lol

bkcunningham's avatar

I discovered that I am a good golfer.

Blackberry's avatar

I only shot a hand gun one time my whole life before I joined the military, and it was just pointing and shooting in the woods with no discernible aim lol.

Well, I get to boot camp and I’m apparently an awesome shot. I thought maybe it would be beginners luck, but years later when I was re-qualifying, I’m even better then. I’m apparently really good at using 9mms, M-16s, and shotguns.

This was surprising because I don’t like guns and never had an interest in them.

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@Blackberry Sweet! I’m pretty good with my deer rifle. It’s a Swedish Mauser or something like that…

Imadethisupwithnoforethought's avatar

My sexual fantasies, which I always thought were kind of edgy, are in fact, pretty vanilla.

I went through a period wherein I would say, “Maybe we should do this…” and other persons would say “Oh, okay, but we should also get a midget and latex gloves if we are gonna do this correctly.”

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

<crying with laughter>

wundayatta's avatar

It wasn’t until I was 20 that I discovered that Hitler would have put me in a concentration camp had I been in Germany during WWII. That was a bit of a surprise at the time.

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

Ummm… he wouldn’t have liked the map on your ass?

wundayatta's avatar

Hitler exterminated eight million Jews in his concentration camps, @WillWorkForChocolate. So pardon me for not finding your little joke about me being one of those who died because I share that heritage all that funny.

woodcutter's avatar

A couple years ago I discovered one of my legs is longer than the other. Its only by maybe 3/8 of an inch so I’m not sure that’s enough to matter. If it is, then that could ‘splain a few things.

Bellatrix's avatar

It can be @woodcutter. One of my legs is slightly shorter than the other and I only found this out when I developed a spur on my ankle. The podiatrist told me. I don’t know if it has become worse over the years (I suspect so because I have carried so many heavy bags while studying and tend to favour one side) but now I have a painful hip too (on the other side of my body from the short leg). Solution for me, get padding put in one of my shoes. Costs about $30.

gailcalled's avatar

Why the quotation marks around “discover”?

Pandora's avatar

I realize there is still a lot of the old me still in me. I’ve been holding her back and I can’t find for the life of me why? I like the old me. No need to be so conservative since my kids are grown and living their own lives. I realized it was my moms voice I kept hearing in my head. So I was slowly becoming her. I don’t want to be her. I like me just fine.

Coloma's avatar

@Pandora Very insightful! Yep, I can recognize the parts of my mother in me, but, her voice has been buried for as long as she has now. lol

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@gailcalled Because I was thinking about things that you may find out about yourself, say… on some type of quiz, or something that someone tells you, that may not be considered as discovering something. Like I “discovered” I’m an agnostic tonight because of the results of several online quizzes.

@wundayatta Dude… I didn’t even know about your heritage, so I couldn’t have been making fun of you for it. You’re so outspoken about atheism and “anyone who believes in God is ‘willfully ignorant’”, so I had no clue that you had Jews in your family. Pardon the ever loving shit out of me for not researching your whole life and your background before making a wisecrack.

woodcutter's avatar

@Bellatrix My doc did urge me to put a lift in the short side to try to even things up. Unexpectedly, it made things worse so out it came. After 50 years of being lopsided and everything adapting to that situation, I don’t think you can simply shim up one side all at once and expect things to“like” it much. I was a train wreck until everything squished back to the way it was crooked and all. I think I remember an old poem about a “crooked old man” but I cant recall it.

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@woodcutter That’s so fascinating!

Symbeline's avatar

I know myself way too well to surprise myself. Mostly, I just amaze myself, because I’m just that god like.

But really, I took Karate (Yoseikan) for about six months. I was no good and just about fell apart after every class, but I did find out that I’m way more flexible than I ever thought. Lol.

King_Pariah's avatar

That I’m a Kinsey scale 2ish when I thought I was straight through and through

DominicX's avatar

This is a sexual thing, but: I used to always assume that I would end up being sexually submissive and be the more effeminate or passive person in a relationship. And I assumed that from the time I realized I was gay until the time I met my first boyfriend. And it ended up being the complete opposite. Despite the fact that he was taller, technically older, hairier, and all that jazz, I ended up being the “dominant” one and I loved it. Now I don’t mean we had 100% stereotypical roles, but I would have never seen that coming.

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@Symbeline No, no, no, goddess, not god. We’ve had this discussion recently. :D

@King_Pariah Ha, I had to look that up. Apparently I live under a rock.

@DominicX Ooh, that is interesting.

King_Pariah's avatar

@WillWorkForChocolate if @Symbeline wants to pretend her “button” is a “rod” let the kid. Might be a Freudian case of penis envy ;D

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@King_Pariah Oh, my apologies! She can… she should…. I’m just going to let that one alone I think…

augustlan's avatar

This is many years ago now, but I discovered I can handle seriously intense pain, as long as it’s short term pain and I am prepared for it. It surprised the hell out of me, because I’m a total wuss about everyday injuries. Stub my toe or burn my hand and I’m probably going to cry. But once I figured out I could have dental work done without Novocaine, there was no stopping me. I’ve had tons of dental work, moles and scars cut off my skin, and amniocentesis, all without local anesthetic, and three vaginal births without any epidurals.

Fibro pain is a whole ‘nother story, though. For that shit, I need my drugs!

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@augustlan Oh, my. you’re braver than I am.

MollyMcGuire's avatar

Yes, the first time I took an IQ test.

ucme's avatar

When I was around 9/10yrs old, I found that my penis got hard when I glared at ladies bosoms, fancy that!
I continue the trend to this day.

Mariah's avatar

Most everything I ever felt insecure about has resulted in major surprises since going off to college.
Thought I was shy and bad at small talk? Surprise! Making new friends has been easy and I now feel comfortable in the social sphere.
Thought I was crummy at hands-on work? Surprise! I built a badass robot.
Thought I was too dependent on my parents? Surprise! Taking care of myself on my own feels great.
Thought I would never learn to stop overanalyzing things? Surprise! Crazy good coping skills, activate!

Basically I just keep seeing myself rise to challenges better than I anticipate, which has been huge for my confidence. When I doubt myself, I just look at my track record and I’m able to believe that things will turn out okay.

bkcunningham's avatar

@wundayatta, when I read your post, I seriously thought you meant because of a mental illness, being a Pole or being a Christian. I had no indication from any of your posts here you are Jewish.

Neizvestnaya's avatar

As a kid, I never thought I’d want to have boyfriends, be married or have children. I didn’t play with baby dolls, didn’t like stuffed animals, didn’t role play “playing house” and my family thought I was weird. It turns out I was the first of my friends to get married, have had the longest termed relationships, have been a happy step parent a few times now and love being “Queen of the Castle”. I’m more functionally domestic than I ever imagined I could be.

wundayatta's avatar

@bkcunningham I’m not Jewish. But Hitler would have considered me Jewish. That’s why he killed most of the people he killed. I am very surprised that people didn’t get that.

In any case, Hitler’s definition of Jew was based on your maternal grandmother. If your mother’s mother was Jewish, then he considered you to be Jewish. It didn’t matter whether you had no idea of this and knew nothing about Judaism. You were a Jew if your mother’s mother was Jewish, which is the case with me. I

didn’t find that out until I was 20.

Hitler killed 8 million Jews for being Jewish. He killed others—gays and the disabled and the mentally ill, I guess, but Jews were far and away the ones he killed the most of. It is really strange to me that I would have been on his hit list since it would have come as a shock to find out I was Jewish at the moment I was told to head off to the camps.

Of course, that was already history by the time I found out. Now, it seems that Hitler and what he did to the Jews is even more ancient history. They don’t seem to teach this is schools any more. A friend of mine told me that a worker at her house had a swastika tattoo. She somehow intuited that he didn’t know what it mean. She took him aside and told him about the history of Hitler and the Jews and offered to pay to have it removed.

He said he wouldn’t take her money. But the next time she saw him, he had more added to the tattoo and turned it into a flower. He thanked her for telling him the story, and told her that so many things made sense to him now. He could understand where all the dirty looks he’d been getting from random older people were coming from. He understood now why he’d had trouble getting some jobs.

For someone who grew up in a time when every movie was about WWII and Hitler was such a nemesis, it’s hard to believe that people could grow up without knowing these things, but I guess it will be happening more and more, the farther away it is in history.

People talk about never forgetting, but of course, holocausts continue to happen: Rwanda, Yugoslavia, Somalia, and on and on. I guess it doesn’t help to act shocked when people are ignorant. Instead, we need to tell our stories so people can learn or remember or both.

The times when people are killed just for being Jewish, or Hutu or Tutsi or Croatian, or gay or mentally ill or black are still not over. They are not laughing matters, either, I don’t think. I hope people can learn to put themselves in other people’s shoes. Imagine if someone wanted to kill you just because of your parents? Or perhaps because of some preference you have, such as merely preferring tea to coffee. Absurd? God, I hope so. But I fear not. I’ve never before been made fun of because I could be killed for who I am in some countries or times. It’s not something I feel inclined to take lightly. I guess this is more shocking than it was the first time around.

augustlan's avatar

Surely they still teach about the Holocaust in schools, don’t they? My kids learned about it…

Symbeline's avatar

They taught us about it too. I mean, more than enough for us to know that it happened, and that such injustices still do occur. :/

woodcutter's avatar

@augustlan I’m sure the curriculum may have that but that’s not the point really. The deal is, are they paying attention?

deni's avatar

I am so embarrassed to admit this…....................but I love live dubstep.

Nullo's avatar

With the advent of my gun hobby, I leaned that I’m much more mechanically-inclined than I had ever suspected. I’m rather sloppy in my movements – I have two left feet and unsteady hands – and so never really thought of myself as being a hands-on sort of person. Then I’m cleaning out a borrowed semiautomatic rifle and learn that once I get the covers off, field-stripping and reassembly is self-explanatory.

So I’m either not that bad, or firearms engineers are that good.

woodcutter's avatar

@Nullo Depends on which gun you are good at. If it’s an AK then you ain’t gotta be too bright to work on it. That gun was designed for dummies.

Pied_Pfeffer's avatar

It happens with alarming frequency, despite fast approaching the age of 50. One example was taking an assessment that was so spot on that it was scary. The characteristics were so innate that it was difficult to see them without the title and definition attached. When co-workers took the same assessment and shared their results, all of the puzzle pieces about our different personalities started to make sense.

Another is that I recently discovered is that I love to cook. Having lived alone for so many years and a lifetime of having others feed me either through family events or work, I thought that there was no chance of picking up this skill. Then the SO started teaching me. There is still a long learning curve to overcome, but it still shocks the daylights out of me how much I enjoy it and people seem to like the results and not get ill. Who knew? Certainly not me.

Nullo's avatar

@woodcutter That one was an AK clone, but I haven’t had trouble with others, either. I think I need to take down and reassemble a 1911 to see if it holds; those look complicated.

WillWorkForChocolate's avatar

@Pied_Pfeffer Well, cooking without making others ill is definitely a plus. :D

woodcutter's avatar

@Nullo The neat thing about guns designed for military use is it’s almost imperative they be simple enough to break down with minimal skill. The troops won’t have a pretty work bench and a set of Craftsman tools to use so simple just works for that, and usually simplicity makes a more reliable weapon. There’s a reason all the weapons from Russia since 1889 use the same battle sights- no need to put conscripts through an unnecessary learning curve.
Try to fiddle with an SVT-40. Now that gun was so complicated that the average Russian couldn’t figure them out so they were pretty much a failure. Also the reason for their collectability if you get get a nice one.

Blueroses's avatar

Great question.

I discovered that even though I’m a stout atheist, I love the atmosphere of my Catholic-faith hospital. I don’t know exactly why. It’s something devout and good. Seeing the words put into action in the name of charity and kindness…

Something about it makes me feel whole again.

Symbeline's avatar

@Blueroses GA. When my family moved to Manitoba, we stayed in a convent for about two weeks until the house my dad got was done getting ready. I don’t believe in a god, but the sisters who housed us were epic as epic can get. I mean my parents didn’t have to pay anything, they just let us stay there.

Blueroses's avatar

@Symbeline Isn’t it fucking amazing when you meet people who act on what they say? That exists in our world? Well, I’ll be….

wildpotato's avatar

That I love guns. I never would’ve thunk it – I was raised in a very liberal home, and my parents were nervous about firearms and passed that along to their kids. In college when my buddy took me out shooting for the first time, I was so anxious on the way I felt like throwing up. But then we got to the range and it was beautiful and no one else was there because there was 2 feet of snow on the ground, and my friend set a few clay pigeons out in the field, went over some safety stuff, showed me how to snug the shotgun next to my armpit, and told me to make the little ball at the end of the stock a setting sun to line up at the pigeon. I was certain I was about to break my collarbone but I squeezed the trigger anyway and was instantly in love (and did not break my collarbone). I was not prepared for the rush of exhilaration, or for what would happen to the little orange disc. I was like, where did it go? You mean I actually hit it? Best way ever to de-stressify. Maybe I’ll buy me one for Chanukkah.

woodcutter's avatar

@wildpotato You should build one. When you do that you will know every single piece and what it does. You will be inside that one mentally and makes it more than an ordinary shooting experience. AR-15 are so easy to put together and you can customize it the way you like making it a personal rifle you built especially for you. And there’s no violent kick when you go shooting which also makes it more enjoyable.

wildpotato's avatar

@woodcutter I never thought about building one; that’d be excellent. But the kick is one of my favorite parts about shooting. I even like the satisfying ache in my shoulder. Feeling the incredible force of the gun makes shooting…more real, or something; it’s hard to describe. I just didn’t get the same rush off the .22 – felt a bit like a video game after having experienced the kick of the slugs, let alone the regular scattershot shells. Another issue I have with rifles (I know some do kick) is that I found it awkward to use the scope with my glasses – though I suppose if I get my own I could keep the focus matched to my eye and bypass the glasses, like I do with my monocular.

woodcutter's avatar

If you like kick you should get a surplus Russian 91/30 Mosin Nagant. They are cheap as dirt to buy and you get a historical piece to boot. They kick so hard you will taste smoke in your mouth. About 20 shots in one trip is good for me.

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