I have four big black bins in my closet, full of… adult stuff I think those would definitely qualify. Maybe the foxtails, or my hot pink bunny mask, I’ve got a bunch of weird costumes that would raise eyebrows
Nah those are perfectly explainable. U jus freaky like dat
Weirdest for sure would be the contents of my journals. For a while during and after the pandemic I wrote a lot of entries very altered and I’ve also written a lot of entries at the top of some pretty spectacular manic episodes and the bottom of some very dark holes. I can’t read them myself because they make me seem quite insane.
Most unexplainable would be a 50 alliance credit note from the Firefly/Serenity universe. They were produced by a gaggle of nerds and exact down to the paper, which is a semi-transparent nylon blend. I was given 300 credits in mixed bills as a joke from someone I had a one night stand with as payment for services rendered, but I’ve given them out to various fans of the show I’ve met over the 20 or so years they’ve been in my possession. If you weren’t a mega fan of the show though, they would look like money from some obscure Asian country.
An antique magic wand made of carved oak and opals, I keep locked in an antique wooden case in the top / back of my closet. The entire reason I keep it there like that, is so that when I die, someone will find it.
Honestly, my network and server.
I am self learned so i often come up with my own creative solutions instead of knowing about a common standard. I can’t imagine anyone but me could maintain it.
In a previous iteration of my server i bent over backwards to make sure /home did not contain any user folders and instead only the mount points to numerous drives. Why? Inexplicably even if you do consider autism.
You sound like me.
A military medal that was awarded to me.
I have never been a member of any nation’s armed forces.
I need the story now
Imagine their entire family has no idea where the medal came from, but like 12 random people on the internet have the full story.
It’s not really that exciting, in retrospect:
I used to work for a charity doing construction in disaster areas; building schools, medical centres, plumbing etc. We’d turn up after wars, floods, earth quakes and other stuff like that. Most of us were single men, with zero attachments or responsibilities, so we took the more (potentially) dangerous jobs out there - purely for the adrenaline and the madness.
On arrival in the country a car load of us traveled 100km-ish away from the capital to scout the location we’d be at. After a day or two there we discovered that the situation on the ground really didn’t match the information we’d been given. A rebel army, of sorts, (maybe a militia, more accurately) had regrouped and were coming back towards us. As we were, uh, not local then there was the potential for some kidnapping - or worse - type shenanigans.
Me, 2 colleagues and our fixer (and his mother) decided to get out of there immediately. We “swapped” the charity’s car for a battered Toyota and some local clothes from our fixer’s uncle. (I’m sure he had about 600 uncles in total…)
We encountered a four man forward operations group of the proper army on the road. They asked us to follow them and detour to a village and help evacuate a group of people. We got there, “borrowed” a coach, loaded it up and then we got out of there, quick sharp. Zero incidents.
I don’t think we got the medal for bravery, as such, but more for a lack of cowardice and just doing the right thing when we really could’ve just fucked-off straight to the capital and boarded a plane out of there.
I didn’t mention it when I got back home because if I did it would just look like I was glazing myself - or lying.
It’s not really that exciting,
Mate. That’s exciting as fuck.
I think we ran on adrenaline, fear, and cigarettes for about seven / eight hours… numb, in a kind of autopilot. Apart from the pressure of a fighting force that we never actually encountered it was like a really aggressive hitchhike ride through some extremely gnarly terrain in an underdeveloped country. It sounds far more exciting, and heroic, than it genuinely was.
But, yeah, between you and me I do think it was a cool as fuck thing to do - and survive…
Literally saved peoples lives, “a bit boring, honest!”. I want to see what exciting is to them…
Doubling other commenter. This absolutely is insane and cool and worthy of a medal.
Similar for me: two challenge coins of units that did not officially exist (at that time).
The massive horse dildo may be a bit of an head scratcher, though knowing me - maybe not that surprising thing to find.
I think you can find something better to scratch your head with…
Nice try, feds… Just kidding, I think my place would be pretty boring, actually.
Also I have no idea who would be sorting through my stuff. I’m what’s called a “solo ager”. I imagine that the first thing to go deliquent would be property taxes. So maybe some city worker that prepares houses to be auctioned or something? Or maybe they don’t bother with that and whoever buys my place from auction will be the ones to deal with it?
In my younger years I was a really bad pack rat but I’ve been pretty successful in getting rid of things (mostly donating it). I always wondered why my grandparents had such barren houses. They weren’t rich but they weren’t poor. But I did a decent amount of traveling for work with a single carry-on and realized how little I actually need or care about anymore. So the stuff I have is basically utilitarian now. Stuff I don’t use is just more to clean and maybe someone else could benefit from it. Even have spare room in my storage shed and I can access everything, which felt like a major accomplishment.
I’m the guy in the office people come to when they need something. Ibuprofen? Got it. Superglue? Got it. Change for the vending machine? Yup. I keep the change in an envelope I’ve labeled “petty cash”. Inside that envelope , I have a smaller envelope that I’ve labeled “mad money”. I have about $27 worth of Monopoly money in that one.
I fear typing it out would put me on a list ._.
I have a ton of unique 3d printed firearms. They are legal for me to make and own where I live, but I can’t legally sell them or give them away so they have just accumulated over the years haha
Nonsense I’ve written down and left lying around. Mental vomit, getting stuff off my chest, also cringe attempts at writings.
I have some collected small bits of scrap metal but I think people know about that
Nice try, CIA guy, how about you come on down and see it for yourself if you really must know.
The few dozen communist books I have
I think you mean we have, comrade.
I do share when I can, but usually I just send links to online resources and books as that’s typically easier for most people.
I think people would be surprised if they didnt find those in my hoard
Depends on who was going through my stuff!
My family are all pretty used to my esoteric magpie habits, but if it was a rando person and assuming my friends came through on their promises about the box in my closet that needs to be burnt before anyone else sees it… there are a lot of options. It’s a six-way tie between the box of 2’ long molybdenum disilicide foundry heating elements, the remilled RPG-7 (anniversary gift), the 11 steamer trunks, the 16’ paper mache snake (I don’t actually know where that came from), the fusion reactor or the signed first edition of Uncle Fester’s “Silent Death”.
(Honerable mention goes to the weirdly high number of harpoons that are just scattered around)
My journals.
On an unrelated note, how does one dispose of a sexdoll? Asking for a friend. 🤷♀️
Double casket? 😉
Maybe the random junk I keep for crafting.
It was yesterday when I cut up a disposable container’s lid to keep a flat 4inch round see-through part. (I was thinking about using it as a base for fridge magnets - I can attach felt and embroidery to it)
I could just buy a big sheet of foamcore from dollar store, but no: random junk it is!
