I thought of another 5 facts:
You know paper cuts, right? I managed to get a corn-cob-leaf-cut when I was around 10 years old. It tore the ring finger on my left hand wide open. I simply ripped a corn cob off the plant and did this in the perfect angle so the little hooks on the edge of the leaf ripped into my finger. I could see the tendon ... before the blood stared gushing out of the wound.
I had over a dozen car breakdowns with around six different cars. I have never been in a car accident and but Iím sh*t out of luck with cars. It doesnít matter if a friend lends me his car or if I use my own one, the car will eventually die on me. Iím the son of a car mechanic and he taught me how to treat a car nicely. It doesnít matter, every car will die when Iím driving it.
It has come to my attention that people have very different opinions about my temper. Iíve been told that Iím the calmest and most patient person to walk the earth, others say I have a bad temper and that I should try to do something about my anger issues.
I speak four languages: German, Italian, French and English. You could count the dialects too then itís six languages, add Leccese-dialect (south of Italy) and Swiss-German. Iím not sure if they count though because they are both only spoken and not written languages. Note: My French is a bit rusty. (donít quote me out of context!)
Ok, I need a dumb fact now to balance out fact #4 and to make sure I donít come off as someone whoís full of himself. Letís see, something dumb, shouldnít be to hard. Oh, there you go: I used to do some photography and my girlfriend at the time asked me if I could take pictures on her grandmotherís 80th birthday. The whole family had gathered and there were around 50 people total. It was a chance of maybe getting a sympathy bonus from my girlfriendís family. The vast majority of them didnít particularly care for me and I figured with good pictures comes good will. I did my job, filled film after film (yes, analogue photography, does anyone remember?) and sent them to my favorite photo lab. A week went by, two weeks, nothing. I called and they never got my films. I was stupid enough to send all the films in the same box. My films were in the 0.01% of mail that gets lost every year. There is no photo evidence that gathering ever happened. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you piss off the entire family of your girlfriend.