King Zora is a character, I...like to ignore. Except when he takes BLEEDING 3 MINUTES 23 SECONDS TO MOVE THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY! Then I just want to jam my sword into his fat paunch repeatedly.
King Zora is a character, I...like to ignore. Except when he takes BLEEDING 3 MINUTES 23 SECONDS TO MOVE THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY! Then I just want to jam my sword into his fat paunch repeatedly.
Oh, I totally know what you mean. There's two reasons he's my phone wallpaper right now. First, he fit the size and shape of my new phone's screen better than my old one:
Second, there's sort of a running joke with him. My senior year of high school, I had a class where I got to take on any sort of artistic project I wanted, so I chose to do a webcomic. The first section was supposed to be adapted from a fanfic my friend and I had written for another friend's birthday, but I ended up falling out with that friend and the strip ended up dying. This was one of the few strips that was made:
Later on, someone brought a button maker into anime club, so I made a button that had the King Zora sprite and said "Get me a sammich!", which is now on my whiteboard as a magnet. So yeah, as with so many annoying things, the solution is to make him funny!
And a bunkin is the feral offspring of a bunny and a chicken, hatched from an Easter egg over a bed of jellybeans. Oh, to be 16 again...
I've wanted to do a webcomic for some time, but my art is barely better than this at this point. I'll show you the best thing I've ever made after my mid winter brake is over, since that thing is still at school.
Plus the few Idea's I've had have sucked. I don't know if I want to do a story line based or one shot gag stuff. Also I don't have a drawing tablet, but those don't have the same feeling of Pencil on paper, which makes it much lower in quality than it could be. My scanner barely works.
Oh, I totally know what you mean. There's two reasons he's my phone wallpaper right now. First, he fit the size and shape of my new phone's screen better than my old one:
Second, there's sort of a running joke with him. My senior year of high school, I had a class where I got to take on any sort of artistic project I wanted, so I chose to do a webcomic. The first section was supposed to be adapted from a fanfic my friend and I had written for another friend's birthday, but I ended up falling out with that friend and the strip ended up dying. This was one of the few strips that was made:
Later on, someone brought a button maker into anime club, so I made a button that had the King Zora sprite and said "Get me a sammich!", which is now on my whiteboard as a magnet. So yeah, as with so many annoying things, the solution is to make him funny!
And a bunkin is the feral offspring of a bunny and a chicken, hatched from an Easter egg over a bed of jellybeans. Oh, to be 16 again...
That is five kinds of awesome. And don't worry about the silliness that your bunkin was. It holds nothing on D&D and the existence of both The Duck Bunny and the Wolf-in-Sheep's-Clothing.
Actually, I had very little to do with the bunkin. I don't remember who exactly was responsible, but at the time I spent most of my time in AIM chat with three other people, a guy one year older than me and two girls three years younger. At some point, we dubbed our group "Bad Comic Corner", hence the title, and the house that appears in the strip is where we decided our chats were taking place. The reason there's all those doors at the top is that someone decided at some point that we had a ton of closets. One of them opens into an underground cavern known as the "sulking caves".
At some point, we all started building forts. If I remember, T9's was the fortress of Pillowia, made of two mattresses, a couch, a sheet, and a ton of pillows. Hustino's was Hustonia, a ducky sheet draped over two chairs and a moat he somehow dug in the floor. Blu's was the Blu Empire, which was just a pillow in the corner in front of a poster of Wolfwood from Trigun. Mine was the Lego Kingdom, a mattress fort surrounded by a castle made of Legos. Yep, we had pretty active imaginations.
Oh, and at some point they decided I had purple hair. My sprite of myself originally had brown hair until they reminded me of this fact.
As for where it all went...Blu and Hustino started an online relationship, and I think he went out to visit her a couple of times. Then he said something monumentally stupid, Blu overreacted, and cut him and everything else to do with him out, including me. Eventually, Hustino stopped responding when I would try to speak with him, so now all that's left of those three years is that I occasionally still talk to T9 on AIM. For people I never met in person (except Blu once), they were extremely close friends, so it still hurts pretty bad.
Posted a thread that was a huge success for me, really made me proud.
So now I can go to bed with a big smile on my face, this place is great, you all are great!
Actually, I had very little to do with the bunkin. I don't remember who exactly was responsible, but at the time I spent most of my time in AIM chat with three other people, a guy one year older than me and two girls three years younger. At some point, we dubbed our group "Bad Comic Corner", hence the title, and the house that appears in the strip is where we decided our chats were taking place. The reason there's all those doors at the top is that someone decided at some point that we had a ton of closets. One of them opens into an underground cavern known as the "sulking caves".
At some point, we all started building forts. If I remember, T9's was the fortress of Pillowia, made of two mattresses, a couch, a sheet, and a ton of pillows. Hustino's was Hustonia, a ducky sheet draped over two chairs and a moat he somehow dug in the floor. Blu's was the Blu Empire, which was just a pillow in the corner in front of a poster of Wolfwood from Trigun. Mine was the Lego Kingdom, a mattress fort surrounded by a castle made of Legos. Yep, we had pretty active imaginations.
Oh, and at some point they decided I had purple hair. My sprite of myself originally had brown hair until they reminded me of this fact.
I didn't mean to launch into a big story like that, but I like to think it's a rare bit of insight into what few artifacts of the whole thing are still following me around the internet, like most of the second page of my deviantArt gallery.
Oh, and fun fact: Blu was the one who came up with the name I chose for my D&D character, Pyrher. I'd asked her to help me with names for a Metroid fan fic that never came about.
I'd like to point out that the image Pants used to describe himself- the furry, brown animal- is a Jaanese animal called a tanuki. Part of the raccoon family, tanuki males have gigantic, humongous huevos. They are worshipped as dieties of fertility, and even have a holiday devoted to their giant schlong.
That...oh, god. Have you read this Let's Play of Animal Crossing DS? You will NEVER be able to look at Tom Nook the same again. I know I can't. *shudders*
I didn't mean to launch into a big story like that, but I like to think it's a rare bit of insight into what few artifacts of the whole thing are still following me around the internet, like most of the second page of my deviantArt gallery.
Oh, and fun fact: Blu was the one who came up with the name I chose for my D&D character, Pyrher. I'd asked her to help me with names for a Metroid fan fic that never came about.
Honestly, it sounded like a really neat project, don't apologize for rambling. I sort of wished I got chances to do stuff like that in high school, the most awesome things I just got to do were build computers and terrorize my underclassmen into stop being pricks for five minutes, a tactic which backfired on me when I was chief prosecutor on our Mock Trial team and my prosecution team took it as an excuse to start being complete bellends. I hated them.
That...oh, god. Have you read this Let's Play of Animal Crossing DS? You will NEVER be able to look at Tom Nook the same again. I know I can't. *shudders*
Yeah, I have. I just don't understand why every gets so crazy over that thing. Fan fiction.
That...oh, god. Have you read this Let's Play of Animal Crossing DS? You will NEVER be able to look at Tom Nook the same again. I know I can't. *shudders*
It's been a while since I've read that thing. It's horrible and I LOVE it.
Honestly, it sounded like a really neat project, don't apologize for rambling. I sort of wished I got chances to do stuff like that in high school, the most awesome things I just got to do were build computers and terrorize my underclassmen into stop being pricks for five minutes, a tactic which backfired on me when I was chief prosecutor on our Mock Trial team and my prosecution team took it as an excuse to start being complete bellends. I hated them.
Yeah, I sort of got lucky there. Pretty early on in high school, I had a crafts class, and Lisa was the most amazing art teacher. The year after that I took pottery, and the year after that I took advanced pottery, as well as being her assistant. At one point, I was spending three hours in a row (including my lunch) in the pottery room. So when she got this idea to start up the "autonomous learner" class, I was set for my senior year elective. All that time spent in the pottery room really was the highlight of high school for me.
It's been a while since I've read that thing. It's horrible and I LOVE it.
I know right? Next to a really fantastic LP of The Dark Eye it's the most lingeringly creepy LP ever. I go back and read it occasionally just because it's that good.
Yeah, I sort of got lucky there. Pretty early on in high school, I had a crafts class, and Lisa was the most amazing art teacher. The year after that I took pottery, and the year after that I took advanced pottery, as well as being her assistant. At one point, I was spending three hours in a row (including my lunch) in the pottery room. So when she got this idea to start up the "autonomous learner" class, I was set for my senior year elective. All that time spent in the pottery room really was the highlight of high school for me.
I spent most of my time in the Industrial engineering building (where I built computers and dumbfounded people by being both a girl and extreme nerd) or in the band room. By my senior year I was actually voluntarily getting up at 6 to have Jazz band and was spending 3 periods a day out of our mandatory 6 in the industrial engineering building, which was pretty awesome. The last period was pretty much me blasting my music out of the speakers in the room while building computers or vacuum tube amps.
That sounds pretty great too. My high school was right next to this place called Bollman Technical Education Center. I'm not really sure how to describe it, really. It was owned by the school district, and it offered high school classes, but they were all sort of vocational things and it was open to all the high schools in the district. We were lucky because we could just walk between buildings instead of having to be bussed or something. During my sophomore year, I took PC servicing there, and I took PC networking with the same teacher the next year. I used to go hang out over there whenever I wanted to dodge an assembly or something (which was an extremely good decision the day that someone decided to streak during a pep assembly). But anyway, I've wanted to build a computer from scratch ever since then, but I've never had the chance.
They're in my mind, it can't be turn off or turned aside, it's level on the surface, it's building off the surface. You cant topple it or put it in darkness. They are the light, they are the shadows, on the surface stands their kingdom , their kingdom of thoughts and there's empires, kings, servants.
I feel them run about my mind, they go about their lives, and upon the ground , the level surface, they escalate into offices, into books, libraries, art studios. Under the surface lies mystery, organic tissue , flesh and blood.
My mind, I feel a rumble, constant rumble, where worlds come together as soon as they are lost in a thought. Oceans and tides scream over and challenge the preservation of statues and golden arches and bridges.
They build and I feel the storms rush over, Gods of thunder and lighting clash over , as they all stumble about their duties and faculties.
Brought through from heaven their is a soul, a soul of all man, and it sleeps as alike it's awake. In side that small skull there's a world of possible wisdom.
I slip out of a world of dream and awareness and as I pass through , many pass by. Ghosts like apparitions, they taunt me, they move me, inspire me, like a lighted street, they fill the streets of my mind and I wander aimlessly wondering where I could possibly fit in such a world.
My conscious over like a cloud, and I see upon this world, billions of intellects with the utmost potential to influence and inspire the growth of my world.
Yet as they are even concealed in silence I lend my ear to the world and they have much to say. The mind is a sleeping giant, with my time to rest. It's twice, three times, four times the man or woman or any man an woman. Every mind once put into motion rides the rails of a long, golden and beautiful track, and yet is given wings to soar and meet with the divine presence of mind and intellect in the heavens, far above the track they so gracefully touch below.
A city onto God, a civilization onto man, a journey into the sun, the mind is a divine presence, greater than any one man or woman.
I would like to clear something up. I told a few people, when the situation was proper, that I was a sociopath. Giant Topiary called BS. So, I believe I should elaborate. Giant Topiary is right. I'm not a sociopath. Technically, I'm a schizoid. This is, I swear it, the honest to god truth. It is not the mindless bull of an attention seeker, nor the delusions of a teenage mind. I have taken test after test after test and am way out of the bell curve.
People with these disorders often appear odd or peculiar. People with schizoid personality disorder also tend to be distant, detached, and indifferent to social relationships. They generally are loners who prefer solitary activities and rarely express strong emotion.
* They do not desire or enjoy close relationships, even with family members.
* They choose solitary jobs and activities.
* They take pleasure in few activities, including sex.
* They have no close friends, except first-degree relatives.
* They have difficulty relating to others.
* They are indifferent to praise or criticism.
* They are aloof and show little emotion.
* They might daydream and/or create vivid fantasies of complex inner lives.
...their thoughts and behavior generally do not cause them distress.
So, to those who know me personally, this describes me eerily. To you all, who only know my Internet persona, it couldn't sound further from the truth. Well...
SPD individuals will create fake personalities when socializing. While they create fake conversations (the outward them is a fake persona they've created just for the occasions of socializing), the "real" them is safe inside, in their own cocoon, away from humanity and civilization.
So there you have it. Giant Topiary, you're correct. Go have a party or whatever. Everyone else... Have your doubts, ask your questions, mock me for Münchausen. I have provided the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me god. And yes, I do go to a shrink for it.
P.S. All quotes were pulled from a quick Internet scan. So there.
Abstaining from the obvious thing to talk about, I'm going to choose to comment on the fact that the last quote is from "Dr. E. L. Brown".
It was quoted on another forum without a name, so I put one in myself. (And who better to trust than a man who invents a time machine, and still hasn't put it on the market 30 years later?!)
But this is also the man who invented a time machine and allowed it to fall into the hands of a man who totally wrecked history with it, and that's not even counting what he did to history in the new game.
So my mom just found out that her brother has prostate cancer. I'm strangely detached (partially because I almost never see my mom's side of the family and so haven't really gotten to make much of an attachment to most of them), but I hate to see her so upset.
But this is also the man who invented a time machine and allowed it to fall into the hands of a man who totally wrecked history with it,
Clearly it was Marty's fault. You could say it was wrong of Doc to leave it with Marty, but the boy had clearly earned the right to be trusted with it.
Clearly it was Marty's fault. You could say it was wrong of Doc to leave it with Marty, but the boy had clearly earned the right to be trusted with it.
Biff got the machine because Doc left it with Marty, who left it with no one. And unlocked. With the keys still in it. And the almanac. So... Doc leaves it with Marty; Marty does stupid; Biff changes past/present.
So my mom just found out that her brother has prostate cancer. I'm strangely detached (partially because I almost never see my mom's side of the family and so haven't really gotten to make much of an attachment to most of them), but I hate to see her so upset.
That was my reaction to my great aunt's death a few years back. And my 2nd cousin's actually. My mom's immediate family (My grandparents, 3 aunts, 3 uncles and 6 cousins) is very, very tight. We get together very often for no reason at all (aside from the very Italian reason of food. Sometimes we just get together and this results in making food instead of the usual 'there is food, let's get together', but food will always be involved. Also, there will be a lot of embarrassing questions asked, guilt will be involved in some of said invasive questions and no one talks below a moderately loud shout). However, aside from those relations, the rest of the family isn't all that close. I've met them maybe once or twice (my great aunt I only saw about once a summer).
On top of that I'm a bit distant emotionally from a lot of my relationships, I'm not sure if it has something to do with my minor OCD or I'm just not the kind of person who gets very emotionally attached in general. Even though I knew my aunt passingly well, I didn't get all that upset. I was more worried how my mom and grandmother were taking it than really having any reaction to the death itself.
That was my reaction to my great aunt's death a few years back. And my 2nd cousin's actually. My mom's immediate family (My grandparents, 3 aunts, 3 uncles and 6 cousins) is very, very tight. We get together very often for no reason at all (aside from the very Italian reason of food. Sometimes we just get together and this results in making food instead of the usual 'there is food, let's get together', but food will always be involved. Also, there will be a lot of embarrassing questions asked, guilt will be involved in some of said invasive questions and no one talks below a moderately loud shout). However, aside from those relations, the rest of the family isn't all that close. I've met them maybe once or twice (my great aunt I only saw about once a summer).
On top of that I'm a bit distant emotionally from a lot of my relationships, I'm not sure if it has something to do with my minor OCD or I'm just not the kind of person who gets very emotionally attached in general. Even though I knew my aunt passingly well, I didn't get all that upset. I was more worried how my mom and grandmother were taking it than really having any reaction to the death itself.
One thing that makes it worse for my mom is that not only is she very close to all seven of her siblings (six of them girls), but she's already lost one sister to cancer. I can barely remember my aunt, which is probably a good thing since part (or all?) of her jaw had been removed before she died.
That was my reaction to my great aunt's death a few years back. And my 2nd cousin's actually. My mom's immediate family (My grandparents, 3 aunts, 3 uncles and 6 cousins) is very, very tight. We get together very often for no reason at all (aside from the very Italian reason of food. Sometimes we just get together and this results in making food instead of the usual 'there is food, let's get together', but food will always be involved. Also, there will be a lot of embarrassing questions asked, guilt will be involved in some of said invasive questions and no one talks below a moderately loud shout). However, aside from those relations, the rest of the family isn't all that close. I've met them maybe once or twice (my great aunt I only saw about once a summer).
On top of that I'm a bit distant emotionally from a lot of my relationships, I'm not sure if it has something to do with my minor OCD or I'm just not the kind of person who gets very emotionally attached in general. Even though I knew my aunt passingly well, I didn't get all that upset. I was more worried how my mom and grandmother were taking it than really having any reaction to the death itself.
After my dad passed I have become very emotionaly detached from things, and well...I don't I guess it was a subconcious act of. " Even those who are close are going to leave, so just stay where you are and don't get close. Because it will hurt less."
One thing that makes it worse for my mom is that not only is she very close to all seven of her siblings (six of them girls), but she's already lost one sister to cancer. I can barely remember my aunt, which is probably a good thing since part (or all?) of her jaw had been removed before she died.
You should do stuff with her to help take your mind off of it. Lord knows thats the only thing thats keep me from weeping uncontrobly curled up in a ball during Grans Overian Cancer.
I'm the kind of person who gets so emotionally attached to things that I sometimes feel really bad for fictional characters, and earlier this month my grandfather died. I've known him my whole life and at the beginning of this month he died of lung cancer, rather suddenly too, it attacked fast. I still haven't cried. I still haven't cried that another grandfather is dead. It was because of him that I've ever been golfing, a fun experience, and I haven't cried once.
I, who have once literally cried over spilled milk, have not cried once. I feel like there is something wrong with me.
I'm the kind of person who gets so emotionally attached to things that I sometimes feel really bad for fictional characters, and earlier this month my grandfather died. I've known him my whole life and at the beginning of this month he died of lung cancer, rather suddenly too, it attacked fast. I still haven't cried. I still haven't cried that another grandfather is dead. It was because of him that I've ever been golfing, a fun experience, and I haven't cried once.
I, who have once literally cried over spilled milk, have not cried once. I feel like there is something wrong with me.
you dont need to shed tears for the feeling of sadness and loss to be there
I'm the kind of person who gets so emotionally attached to things that I sometimes feel really bad for fictional characters, and earlier this month my grandfather died. I've known him my whole life and at the beginning of this month he died of lung cancer, rather suddenly too, it attacked fast. I still haven't cried. I still haven't cried that another grandfather is dead. It was because of him that I've ever been golfing, a fun experience, and I haven't cried once.
I, who have once literally cried over spilled milk, have not cried once. I feel like there is something wrong with me.
First, chill it with the redundancy. Second. It is the things that hit us the hardest that leaves us dry. Crying isn't because your sad. People cry because something has happened and it seems like the only thing they can do. When something major, like a death, happens, you don't know what to do. You're in shock. Especially after a sudden one. You might cry, you might not. Nothing will change. You're not a bad person if you don't. Hell, being sad that your not crying is a more emotional form of crying, if you ask me. Don't worry about it man.
P.S. Just an FYI... Unless you made up an entire alternate life on the Internet and have been feeding us crap, you aren't a schizoid. It's perfectly normal not to cry.
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Oh, I totally know what you mean. There's two reasons he's my phone wallpaper right now. First, he fit the size and shape of my new phone's screen better than my old one:
Second, there's sort of a running joke with him. My senior year of high school, I had a class where I got to take on any sort of artistic project I wanted, so I chose to do a webcomic. The first section was supposed to be adapted from a fanfic my friend and I had written for another friend's birthday, but I ended up falling out with that friend and the strip ended up dying. This was one of the few strips that was made:
Later on, someone brought a button maker into anime club, so I made a button that had the King Zora sprite and said "Get me a sammich!", which is now on my whiteboard as a magnet. So yeah, as with so many annoying things, the solution is to make him funny!
And a bunkin is the feral offspring of a bunny and a chicken, hatched from an Easter egg over a bed of jellybeans. Oh, to be 16 again...
Plus the few Idea's I've had have sucked. I don't know if I want to do a story line based or one shot gag stuff. Also I don't have a drawing tablet, but those don't have the same feeling of Pencil on paper, which makes it much lower in quality than it could be. My scanner barely works.
That is five kinds of awesome. And don't worry about the silliness that your bunkin was. It holds nothing on D&D and the existence of both The Duck Bunny and the Wolf-in-Sheep's-Clothing.
At some point, we all started building forts. If I remember, T9's was the fortress of Pillowia, made of two mattresses, a couch, a sheet, and a ton of pillows. Hustino's was Hustonia, a ducky sheet draped over two chairs and a moat he somehow dug in the floor. Blu's was the Blu Empire, which was just a pillow in the corner in front of a poster of Wolfwood from Trigun. Mine was the Lego Kingdom, a mattress fort surrounded by a castle made of Legos. Yep, we had pretty active imaginations.
Oh, and at some point they decided I had purple hair. My sprite of myself originally had brown hair until they reminded me of this fact.
As for where it all went...Blu and Hustino started an online relationship, and I think he went out to visit her a couple of times. Then he said something monumentally stupid, Blu overreacted, and cut him and everything else to do with him out, including me. Eventually, Hustino stopped responding when I would try to speak with him, so now all that's left of those three years is that I occasionally still talk to T9 on AIM. For people I never met in person (except Blu once), they were extremely close friends, so it still hurts pretty bad.
So now I can go to bed with a big smile on my face, this place is great, you all are great!
I mean this completely unironically.
Oh, and fun fact: Blu was the one who came up with the name I chose for my D&D character, Pyrher. I'd asked her to help me with names for a Metroid fan fic that never came about.
Also known as this guy.
Honestly, it sounded like a really neat project, don't apologize for rambling. I sort of wished I got chances to do stuff like that in high school, the most awesome things I just got to do were build computers and terrorize my underclassmen into stop being pricks for five minutes, a tactic which backfired on me when I was chief prosecutor on our Mock Trial team and my prosecution team took it as an excuse to start being complete bellends. I hated them.
Yeah, I have. I just don't understand why every gets so crazy over that thing. Fan fiction.
It's been a while since I've read that thing. It's horrible and I LOVE it.
Yeah, I sort of got lucky there. Pretty early on in high school, I had a crafts class, and Lisa was the most amazing art teacher. The year after that I took pottery, and the year after that I took advanced pottery, as well as being her assistant. At one point, I was spending three hours in a row (including my lunch) in the pottery room. So when she got this idea to start up the "autonomous learner" class, I was set for my senior year elective. All that time spent in the pottery room really was the highlight of high school for me.
Hell, I even got a trip to New York out of it.
I know right? Next to a really fantastic LP of The Dark Eye it's the most lingeringly creepy LP ever. I go back and read it occasionally just because it's that good.
Cool!
I spent most of my time in the Industrial engineering building (where I built computers and dumbfounded people by being both a girl and extreme nerd) or in the band room. By my senior year I was actually voluntarily getting up at 6 to have Jazz band and was spending 3 periods a day out of our mandatory 6 in the industrial engineering building, which was pretty awesome. The last period was pretty much me blasting my music out of the speakers in the room while building computers or vacuum tube amps.
I feel them run about my mind, they go about their lives, and upon the ground , the level surface, they escalate into offices, into books, libraries, art studios. Under the surface lies mystery, organic tissue , flesh and blood.
My mind, I feel a rumble, constant rumble, where worlds come together as soon as they are lost in a thought. Oceans and tides scream over and challenge the preservation of statues and golden arches and bridges.
They build and I feel the storms rush over, Gods of thunder and lighting clash over , as they all stumble about their duties and faculties.
Brought through from heaven their is a soul, a soul of all man, and it sleeps as alike it's awake. In side that small skull there's a world of possible wisdom.
I slip out of a world of dream and awareness and as I pass through , many pass by. Ghosts like apparitions, they taunt me, they move me, inspire me, like a lighted street, they fill the streets of my mind and I wander aimlessly wondering where I could possibly fit in such a world.
My conscious over like a cloud, and I see upon this world, billions of intellects with the utmost potential to influence and inspire the growth of my world.
Yet as they are even concealed in silence I lend my ear to the world and they have much to say. The mind is a sleeping giant, with my time to rest. It's twice, three times, four times the man or woman or any man an woman. Every mind once put into motion rides the rails of a long, golden and beautiful track, and yet is given wings to soar and meet with the divine presence of mind and intellect in the heavens, far above the track they so gracefully touch below.
A city onto God, a civilization onto man, a journey into the sun, the mind is a divine presence, greater than any one man or woman.
To pull a few quotes from the link...
So, to those who know me personally, this describes me eerily. To you all, who only know my Internet persona, it couldn't sound further from the truth. Well...
So there you have it. Giant Topiary, you're correct. Go have a party or whatever. Everyone else... Have your doubts, ask your questions, mock me for Münchausen. I have provided the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me god. And yes, I do go to a shrink for it.
P.S. All quotes were pulled from a quick Internet scan. So there.
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It was quoted on another forum without a name, so I put one in myself. (And who better to trust than a man who invents a time machine, and still hasn't put it on the market 30 years later?!)
So my mom just found out that her brother has prostate cancer. I'm strangely detached (partially because I almost never see my mom's side of the family and so haven't really gotten to make much of an attachment to most of them), but I hate to see her so upset.
Clearly it was Marty's fault. You could say it was wrong of Doc to leave it with Marty, but the boy had clearly earned the right to be trusted with it.
SPOILERS!
I was talking about old Biff.
I didn't say what he did to it.
Biff got the machine because Doc left it with Marty, who left it with no one. And unlocked. With the keys still in it. And the almanac. So... Doc leaves it with Marty; Marty does stupid; Biff changes past/present.
I don't really want to party or anything, I was just concerned really. As long as you're getting psychiatric help, I just don't want to harm things.
Don't want to party?! Liar. Everyone wants to party! All to my place!
I hate partys.
That was my reaction to my great aunt's death a few years back. And my 2nd cousin's actually. My mom's immediate family (My grandparents, 3 aunts, 3 uncles and 6 cousins) is very, very tight. We get together very often for no reason at all (aside from the very Italian reason of food. Sometimes we just get together and this results in making food instead of the usual 'there is food, let's get together', but food will always be involved. Also, there will be a lot of embarrassing questions asked, guilt will be involved in some of said invasive questions and no one talks below a moderately loud shout). However, aside from those relations, the rest of the family isn't all that close. I've met them maybe once or twice (my great aunt I only saw about once a summer).
On top of that I'm a bit distant emotionally from a lot of my relationships, I'm not sure if it has something to do with my minor OCD or I'm just not the kind of person who gets very emotionally attached in general. Even though I knew my aunt passingly well, I didn't get all that upset. I was more worried how my mom and grandmother were taking it than really having any reaction to the death itself.
Schizoid? Sorry... *shrinks away*
One thing that makes it worse for my mom is that not only is she very close to all seven of her siblings (six of them girls), but she's already lost one sister to cancer. I can barely remember my aunt, which is probably a good thing since part (or all?) of her jaw had been removed before she died.
After my dad passed I have become very emotionaly detached from things, and well...I don't I guess it was a subconcious act of. " Even those who are close are going to leave, so just stay where you are and don't get close. Because it will hurt less."
You should do stuff with her to help take your mind off of it. Lord knows thats the only thing thats keep me from weeping uncontrobly curled up in a ball during Grans Overian Cancer.
I, who have once literally cried over spilled milk, have not cried once. I feel like there is something wrong with me.
you dont need to shed tears for the feeling of sadness and loss to be there
First, chill it with the redundancy. Second. It is the things that hit us the hardest that leaves us dry. Crying isn't because your sad. People cry because something has happened and it seems like the only thing they can do. When something major, like a death, happens, you don't know what to do. You're in shock. Especially after a sudden one. You might cry, you might not. Nothing will change. You're not a bad person if you don't. Hell, being sad that your not crying is a more emotional form of crying, if you ask me. Don't worry about it man.
P.S. Just an FYI... Unless you made up an entire alternate life on the Internet and have been feeding us crap, you aren't a schizoid. It's perfectly normal not to cry.