I used to do what?!

[DuckforcoveR]

I used to:

Sing Sunday School songs while gutting fish

Shave symbols into my chest hair...

discriminate against people who wore pants down to their ankles

secretly dream about pants and ankles (what?)

play power chords on the guitar and pretend I was good.

dream about walking the grand canyon

dream about crossing the Rio Grande as a migrant

eat hot pockets

listen to music on CD

listen to comedy on any media Louis CK was available.

enjoy music (all around)

dream of a day when robots ruled the earth

wonder why I was so damn messed up and used to think about all of the above :)

Just a little fun

Your top ten "i used to" starting NOW:


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[Mystic Wanderer]

That's 13.  

[727Sky]

I used to believe in a government that would not lie and would have in place justice, equal for all.

I used to want to explore and make discoveries for mankind's benefit 

I used to wonder about god

I used to be a pretty good musician

I used to be a damn good combat pilot (hey I survived with skill and daring do)

I used to be allot of things but now I am just an old me and wonder no more.. for my life's questions (except for golf) have been answered even though new things come along all the time.

I used to chase women and even caught a few who did not turn away

But alas those days are past; for the woman I have now never turns away.

I used to be concerned about posting stuff..no more and NSA can find better things to do than keep tract of me..

I used to think there was good in all religions... FTS

[guohua]

I used to live in a two bedroom Government Issued Apartment with my Mom, Dad, Older Brother and Little Sister.

I used to cook in the Community Kitchen with Three Other Families In Our Apartment.

I used to have to wait to use the Bathroom or Shower in Our Apartment Because Of The Three other Families.

I use to Carry My Little Red Mao Book everywhere I went.

I use to carry My Documents to Travel On Trains from City to City.

I use to be a Chinese Communist.

I use to work for 国家安全部 or MSS = Ministry of State Security  

I used to Spy on other Governments and Officials.

I was assigned to Follow and Report On The Movement and Contacts of My Present Husband before we were married.

I used to be a Doctor of Traditional Herbal medicine and Acupuncture in China at Hospital No. 4 ( Passed and Earned My Lic. In America )

I used to be a 10 years Spousal Visa Holder. ( Now Naturalized Citizen ) 

I use to always carry my Taurus PT99F ( now I always carry My Glock G40 Gen4 10mm )

I'm Happy and That'll Never Change, been a good Life So far.

Thank You Husband and Thank You America and Thank You All Here At Rogue-Nation! 

 

[DuckforcoveR]

That's 13.  

I used to be good at match

I put 3 extra in there...

[DuckforcoveR]

I also used to have no fear of heights. Bungee Jumping, sling-shots, you name it. Loved it.

Now when I'm 10 feet off the ground my legs tremble...

I used to cliff jump (once) and had an accident, I think that may have done it with heights for me.

[Mystic Wanderer]

I used to love living in the country and hiking into the woods across from my house (growing up),

I used to love visiting my cousin and spending the night,

I used to love the big family reunions at my Grandmother's house,

I used to love riding my pony,

I used to (and still do) love watching kittens play,

I used to love partying with my friends into the wee hours of the morning,

I used to love to put on music and dance,

I used to love my country,

I used to love thinking/meditating about a bright future,

I used to love having hope. ( I haven't given up yet!)

[Sol]

I used to be a devout Christian, deeply involved in my Church community.

I used to be a part time professional close-up magician, adding to my way of making a living while raising my two boys.

I used to be a Pagan for a good part of my life after leaving my Christian beliefs behind.

I used to sing and play guitar when we had teen parties.

I wanted to become a Veterinarian but decided to go into computer programming instead. All prehistoric now...

I once owned 11 cats and used to think it was cool.

I used to think I would be financially free by 55. That ain't gonna happen.

I used to think that I had healing capabilities. And still do once in a while.

I used to think that I would die before becoming 50 years old as I was told that very thing by a doctor, in my early twenties. Sorry to disappoint, Doc ! : )

[Daitengu]

Play with fun things that go BOOM !!! ... break things .... drink large quantities of alcoholic beverages .... smoke cigars .... chase women .... oh ... wait .... still do all that .... erm .... carry on ....

[gordi]

What an Excellent thread idea!

I shall need to put some thought into my answers because my memory is not what it once was!!! LOL

G

1.... I USED to have a GREAT MEMORY!!! haha!

[BIAD]

I used to watch from tall trees at night as people passed on there way to wherever.
Up there in the dark and swaying in the wind, I would hear secrets and came to
understand that when folk thought they were alone, they would speak to themselves
in ways they'd never dare in public.
........................

I used to run among the sand dunes during our annual holiday to the seaside and
imagine what it would be like when the sun went down. Would the wonder abate...?
Would the magic of the ionized air and sounds of wheeling seagulls make way for
someone dark, someone who needed the night?
........................

I used to sit in the woods in the wee-small hours and ponder whether I was the
'Boogie-Man' my Mother warned me about.
I knew that some day, I would have to change and become what the sleeping folk
in the twinkling town before me would call 'normal'
So I did.
........................

I used to clean terribly antiquated toilets in a place full of brusque men who -when
you're forearm-deep in the bowl and on your hands and knees, would slam the
cubicle door shut and throw rolled-up balls of burning newspaper over the toilet
walls.

Sometimes, they would empty the fire-bucket full of sand in there to offer variety.
It was fun they'd tell me and then I'd have to clean it up.
........................

I used to have to slither worm-like along a thirteen feet-long crawl-space that ran
under the building where I worked -from the Boiler Room and after shuffling in the
pitch-blackness for five minutes, arrive at an inspection plate for the main waste
-pipe from the Ladies toilet.

Personally, I would make sure that the small bucket, the flat-headed screwdriver
and the metal rod that I would have to use to unblock the waste-pipe, would always
be infront of me with one of my arms, but I'd heard my elderly Boss once cleared the
blockage with his teeth.

If you panic and could not return in reverse down the crawl-space, then you can turn
directly right and squirm twenty seven-feet and arrive at a manhole in the busy street.

It was nice to be down there, alone and pondering how you'd deal with a rat coming
the other way.
........................

I used to work all the hours God sent because it's what you're supposed to do when
you're normal. Night or day and then night and day, I fetched, carried and cleaned.
I was well-liked and was seen as an average Joe who was willing to help his fellow
workers.

Later, my job changed and I worked with computers. Once more, I worked alone in
a large office and at night. Being perceived as well-grounded, the management
believed the solitude would not bother me and they were right... in a way, they were
right.

When Friday nights came around and everyone was hooting it up in the many nearby
bars and taverns, I would watch from my little window and wonder if I'd really changed.

As the evening wore on, I would be a red-faced witness to alcohol-fuelled romantic
tomfoolery in the alleyway across from my secret-like viewpoint and in the pursuit of
being normal, I would look away.
........................

I'm retired now and the things I used to do seem very strange to me when I recall them.
My family has grown into adulthood and I spend my time pottering in the garden or
chancing my luck at writing.

When the summer comes around and the thermals carry seagulls inland, their shrieking
calls sometimes seem to stop me from my digging or painting and leave me with a puzzled
frown on my well-lined face.
What is it...? What was it I used to do?

But when the night comes and the high winds shake the trees.... I used to....