Ever have someone creep you out?

You can't put your finger on it, but they just creep you out.

On the other end, ever meet someone you feel instantly safe with?

Most of life is in-betweens. Just wonderin'. :)

I married him. :)

And, yes, I have had that indefinable "creeped out" feeling about some people.

I remember finding him annoying, but I felt safe on some level. Maybe that's why we're not married any more. :D

Always go with your intuition o these things. :)

I felt instantly safe with him.
Duckie

but even more scary is the idea that 'we' could creep someone else out!

I'll try not to be so scary next time. :silly:

You believe in reincarnation?

Too many experiences of wondering if I have unresolved issues with particular souls.

She believed that we all remain within the same circle of souls that we had in our previous life.

This is what she believed:

If you meet someone that creeps you out, that person was your enemy in a prior life.

If you meet someone that you instantly bond with, that person could have been your dad, mom, wife, husband, etc in a previous life.

It's interesting.

Of course with any of this stuff I question because it's one of those "we don't know until we know" things.

They never fail you.

My instincts have gotten me hooked up with alot of screwy people. Various personality disorders, because they feel familiar to me. (My mother had some severe problems.) Repetition compulsion can suck. Time and again my antenae have been wrong when it comes to romantic attraction issues.

When I met Mr Fuzz, he did NOT get any of my "juices flowing", because I was only used to reactively turning on to people who are seductive/threatening. He was not a player at all, just a completely honest kind person. This was unfamiliar to me and I had to consciously force myself to continue dating him!

I live in a Skinner box.

Just kidding. :P

I trust my gut.
When someone makes me feel safe, that's when I know I love them.

It's loaded. Watch out. :D

I know the loadedness of that damned word =)
But usually, when I know I lurve someone...is when I feel safe.

I love that!

Disgust? Oh yes.

Being a guy I don't know if safe is a word I would use. But then again it's always nice knowing I'm not dating a black widow. :)

Like you can tell a person anything. It doesn't have to be romantic. I've had both men any women firiends I feel that way with. :)

I've had and have friends I can tell my deepest feelings to. Everyone needs that. :)

I've always had a talent for meeting odd guys. When I was a teenager, I was at camp. It was entertainment night and we were put into groups to do skits. One guy in my group suggested a musical (Rogers & Hammerstein style) about date rape. Ya, that's light and entertaining.

Later on, he told my friend that he was having 'problems with his man parts.' TMI.

I've also met guys whom I could instantly trust.

:scared:

At least I was. I was too polite - they took that as encouragement.

You try to be overly tactful when at times you probably should say, "F*ck off, dude!" I can be mean when I have to be though. I just don't like to have to be.

No joke.

Then when you finally have to say: "Leave me alone!" you seem like even more of a bitch than you would have if you had never been nice to them to begin with. x(

And if anyone else is reading my posts, I will reiterate: I am not interested!!! The only man I'm interested in at the moment is 6'5", has been doing martial arts for 20 years, and at the moment, I wish was close enough to help kick the ass of anyone who ingratiates themselves where they are not wanted.

Fortunately, as is the case of most cowardly twits, their asses are easily kickable all by myself.

:D

:D

on an episode of Fear Factor

Like they ought to rename it "Bathtub of Maggots" Forum.

Usually, it's more neutral than anything though.

Got called into my 11 year old son's elementary school. Car is dead. Hop on the bus and sit on one of the front seats as ridership is low outside of rush hour. I am vegging, watching out the window. Something catches my eye and as I am watching it go by my eyes lock on a guy glaring at a 10 year old boy sitting by himself on the bus. Guy sees me looking at him and does not change his glare. I felt a chill go down my spine and bile come up from my stomach. Nobody has affected me that way before or since. I couldn't tell you about anyone else I ever saw on any bus in my 50 some years but that man is burned into my memory down to the ironed crease in his khaki pants. He gets off at the stop across from a racket ball club.

One week later I read in the paper that in the the alley behind the racket ball club an 11 year old boy was grabbed and almost forced into a silver car but a college student saw what was going on and grabbed the kid back out but they did not get the license plate number.

Two weeks later I hop of a bus and get off near the Sears store and start to walk across the street. A fellow in a silver car shouts out the passenger door to me just as I come past the front of his car. When I get to the other side I look at him to see if it is someone I know and it is the same guy from the bus. He has the creepiest grin on his face.

Three weeks later 11 year old Jacob Wetterling disappears from a small town just outside the Twin Cites. Forced off his bike at gunpoint and never seen again.

I told all of that to the St Paul Police when Jacob was not returned in 48 hours. After one week I went back and canvased the area and the racket ball club seemed to know the man as a member but didn't want to get involved. One year later I told the FBI all of that and at year two I told the Jacob Wetterling Foundation.

The day Jacob was taking I suddenly felt that he had been taken to an abandoned seminary. I knew of one that was half way between St Joseph and Minneapolis. I was talking to my sister-in-law on the phone later that evening and told her the weird recurring thought and her mother was listening to the conversation and she had the same weird thought but she knew of another abandoned seminary near the tip of Lake Brainard. Neither of us ever thought of ourselves as psychic in anyway.

About 6 years later money turned up in the Twin Cities with a message saying that the writer was Jacob Wetterling. Handwriting experts said it could be his writing. About that time I saw a kid hitching (the other direction) on University Avenue wearing a Tux with a pink tie loosened and top button open in front of some upscale gay restaurants. My immediate thought was that he looked a lot like the age enhanced depiction of Jacob Wetterling, so much that I pulled a uturn to go back and ask him his name two blocks later but when I got back to the are the kid was gone.

Every milestone that my 11 year old reached reminded me of Patty Wetterling and those times she would never have with her child. Perhaps if I had only one question I could ask of God it would be where are all the missing children?

i found it especially disturbing to find the latest huge study by psychiatrists on serial killers. they were interviewing one of the lead psychiatrists (on the radio, and unfortunately i didn't catch the name) and she noted that in every race, sex, creed, culture, etc. there are serial killers, and that real serial killers (not just generic sociopaths) are not predominant in any particular group dynamic, it seems to be a biological thing.

and then she said the scariest thing: these people are not really people, they are not human, they are biological killing machines. they are like a jigsaw puzzle put in the general shape of a rectangle, but the picture doesn't make sense. they have glimpses of personality, humanity, ego, etc. but they are mere fragments. in essence, there's no human there, just a disfunctional machine.

basically they'd have a regular seeming life, be taking out the garbage, suddenly get the pang that they 'need to get me one' go out, hunt someone down, kill them, hide the evidence, then come back even if it takes a few days to the garbage can and act as if nothing happened, and in reality, to them nothing really did happen. it was a perfectly normal response to taking out the garbage or some other mundane chore. nothing scared me more than a huge psychiatrist study stating that there are real monsters out there, that there are soulless killing machines out there in the form of humans.

and that doesn't even touch upon the horrors of sociopaths and my personal beliefs of ghost possessions and demons. i may be a staunch believer of science and the scientific method of coming to truths, but there's waaay tooo many weird experiences out there for me to ignore some things. if only there was a better method for science to study rare phenomena, like ball lightning and hauntings.

and there are people who aren't satiated unless they kill. People like the Green River Killer, Gary Ridgeway, who killed between 48 and 72 women in the Seattle area.

That's just.... well, creepy, certainly, and scary. I hope that Jacob did survive and is ok, but in the face of that... yikes. I wish there were a way for you to have the answers you're looking for. :hug:

That is truly disturbing. I feel like I need to take a shower now.

I fear the worst for Jacob - but I still hope he can be reunited with his family.

how weird that you were on this parallel trajectory with him for a while. brrrr :scared:

And often.

Just varying shades of not quite okay to okay to like a lot. Every so often, either positive or negative, it's something else all together. Usually, my gut is pretty right on thankfully.

So what you say is accurate for me too. I've also had people I initially liked I've ended up not liking, and people I initially didn't like that I ended up liking.

But that automatic "gut" feeling that defies logic? That one's ALWAYS right. I've had it happen a lot with people everyone around me seems to think are just GREAT - while I'm left with a nagging discomfort if not downright dislike for them. There's never anything I can put my finger on at the time - but I'm never wrong.

I was thinking before, "Wow, I wish I were that intuitive." :D

High creep-out quotient to that guy.

I imagine he likely enjoys farm animals in his spare time. :puke:

Poor animals!

Oh HEY :blush:

How you doing.

:P

Like a fluffy bunny. :silly:

Trust yourself with the first one. Something underlying is telling you that, and you should trust it.

As for the second one, yeah, several times, but the guy who that happened most strongly with, I'm now married to :)

I'm in the frame of mind to be less tactful at this point.

p.s. I'm glad you both have that with each other. You have an amazing bond and trust together. That's a very good thing. :)

He and his wife both seem like perfectly nice people, but there is something about him that just doesn't seem right. I think they go to some fundie church around here, so maybe that's it.

It's like they don't trust themselves enough to make their own decisions in life or maintain they're own boundaries, so they need a bunch of narrowly defined religious restrictions to do it for them.

I trust my own brain, spirit, and ethics enough not to need that personally.

:scared:

But they dont bother me and I dont bother them.

They finally put their house up for sale right before I moved anyway darn it. Wished they would have done it far sooner.

It seriously could be your subconscious picking up on something.

:)

I know exactly what you mean.

:hi:

:hi:

From the day I met him I was incredibly comfortable and never had a bad thought. 2 years later I still feel the same way. Great guy!

I don't know about marriage again personally, but it would be nice again to have a stable relationship with someone who makes me feel that way. :)

and, yes.

I have been know to creep a few people out...:evilgrin:

I met a guy not two days ago that I swear to effing Gaea that he just RADIATED hatred and in general, a really nasty aura AND vibe. He just... Whenever I got near him, I just felt like... I couldn't explain it, but I felt as if everything good in the world... I dunno... died.

hehe.
Duckie

Just put some distance between that person and yourself.
I admit that I'm a freak at times but half the people that I know in the "real world" creep me out. (I live in the middle of a fundie haven)
Just don't make eye contact and all will be well.

Filled with nuts and morons that freaks me out.

:evilgrin:

I've only had a few instant "creep out" situations in my life and no "instant trust" situations. No one gets my trust until they earn it.