Alright, confess odd things.
Excessive complaining isn't allowed anywhere on the site. Keep it out of this thread.
For example, I'm jealous to my big brother becuase he discovered The Smiths first. Dammit, now I can't have a crush for Morrisey without feeling weird about it.
Edited by GastonRabbit on Jan 5th 2023 at 5:46:13 AM
It's in the name. Christians. Followers of Christ.
You say murder like it were undeserved.
edited 29th Sep '14 8:31:46 PM by BaconManiac5000
what do you mean I didn't win, I ate more wet t-shirts than anyone elseYeah, it's not like the christians have an entire book detailing the story of Earth before Jesus came to Earth... Oh, wait!
So, by that logic, we can dismiss the entire old testament?
That's not the point, the point is, christians hardly talk about him, it's always Jesus. Sure, Jesus is the core of Christianity, but don't forget his father, will you?
edited 29th Sep '14 8:34:57 PM by PersistentMan
Have you forgotten the face of your father, troper?Well, the Father is talked about much more than the Holy Spirit.
See, it didn't even occur to you that Christians never talk about him.
edited 29th Sep '14 8:36:22 PM by BaconManiac5000
what do you mean I didn't win, I ate more wet t-shirts than anyone elseI'm done discussing things with blatant trolls.
Ah yes, the Holy Spirit. A confession of mine: Of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit was my favorite.
Not trolling. Snark.
edited 29th Sep '14 8:38:09 PM by PersistentMan
Have you forgotten the face of your father, troper?I guess being ignored is better than being hated.
The one thing I'd leave off my list is aliens. I was always terrified of being abducted by aliens. Probably came from watching too much of The X-Files. I kind of wanted to see a UFO back when I lived in the desert, though. Closest I ever came was strange lights from the military testing near where I lived that "officially" did not exist.
In which I attempt to be a writer.Sorry man, got so entertained by the debate, didn't even read what you wrote. A supernatural event, but the problem is, if the supernatural event happened, and you didn't have any evidence, no one would believe you. Would you be able to live with that?
EDIT: Sorry, I think what I wrote above is quite insensitive. Yes, I know how you feel, I too, would like to have a "supernatural" event, I really would. Horewer, I also am aware that if something like that happened to me, I would most likely have no way to prove it happened, so, I wouldn't be able to tell anyone, lest they found I went mad or am just kidding with them.
edited 29th Sep '14 8:54:22 PM by PersistentMan
Have you forgotten the face of your father, troper?Depends upon the event.
Say, I get a visual visit from an angel. If the angel isn't one of God's Ralph Wiggums, they should know enough NOT to command me to tell anyone about hir. If I ever chose to tell anyone about it, it would be only people I trusted. Might not even tell them, because I don't entirely trust the people I trust. If I were given some "important message the world needs to know," it would be understood that I could/would only tell the tale cloaked as a fiction-story. People don't hate you for putting magic into fiction. They want to lock you up if you claim any thing unusual as "real."
Again, I might still hate myself even if I didn't tell anyone because I already feel like I have an "inferior" brain and that I'm an "inferior" person to most of the world.
In which I attempt to be a writer.May I ask on what did you base that conclusion?
Completely unrelated note——-> You know, a few posts back I said I lacked tolerance. Then I read the answers of the people here and decided to take a look at some forums which the people are victims of bigotry... Well... It seems that the victims of bigotry are just as extreme, if not even more, towards their "agressors" (for lack of a better word) than the bigots themselves, they were Not So Different in so many ways. I don't know what I should have concluded at this, but it made me less guilty about being a zealot, because it seems, the victims are no better than the zealots are.....
edited 29th Sep '14 9:36:30 PM by PersistentMan
Have you forgotten the face of your father, troper?I've always been weird and a little ostracized. Also, the "depressive" side of the bipolar is acting up. I've actually talked about this stuff in the Insecurity/Anxiety thread. "Inferiority" is just something stuck in my brain that I don't ever expect to go away.
In which I attempt to be a writer.I have a confession to make...
TV Tropes Forums are ruining my life.
Right now I'm becoming too half-assed to do anything other than read and post in the tvt forums. I don't have the motivation to program flash games, or even do my schoolwork. I only wait for the next post in the Forum Games subforum and reply to the posts there... that's it. I'm supposed to be doing an animation drawing work to hand in on Friday but I'm sitting down on the chair posting in the forums >_<
...ehehI have literally no idea how anything works.
Electricity? Light bulbs? Stoves? Clocks? Computers? Televisions? Fridges? Sinks? Ink pens? Sybians? Fuck if I've given it a second thought. They work because they do, and if they don't, then either beat the shit out of them until they work again, ask someone to fix them, or throw them out and get a new one.
F—kin' magnets, man.
Insert witty 'n clever quip here.My dad still references The Cat in the Hat. I'm sorry.
Peace is the only battle worth waging.You know, I'm worried that if I interact with you too much I'll start forgetting things...
I assume your head isn't just a hat-rack; what do you keep in there?
edited 30th Sep '14 5:54:42 AM by InverurieJones
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'I've never had reason to know why or how anything works. Just like I've never had reason to know world history, of which I learned absolutely none in high school.
Most of what clogs my head is useless shit like the original anchors of every mall in the US, former locations of fast food chains, lyrics to nearly every Top 20 country hit since 1990...
Oh goodness, how dreadful. I'm so sorry you have to live with that knowledge.
"We're home, Chewie."That's...pretty tragic.
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'I hate, no, almost fear being told that I was wrong. Admitting that I'm wrong puts a heavy damage on my ego.
I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.I know what you mean.
what do you mean I didn't win, I ate more wet t-shirts than anyone elseWhen I was a kid, I was such a big fan of Digimon Adventure I thought the Warlord of Blood from the first Diablo worked for the Dark Masters. ^_^;;
edited 1st Oct '14 9:56:25 PM by Demetrios
I like to keep my audience riveted.I don't like being wrong myself, but I like being corrected when it comes down to it, as then my misinformation will have been corrected. Just as long as the person correcting me isn't being a dick about it.
Insert witty 'n clever quip here.Confession: I get jealous really easily.
As soon as someone is smarter or better than me (not hard) even if I like them a lot, I'll get some really nasty Green-Eyed Monster style thoughts about them.
Honestly, christians talk so much about Jesus, what about God? As in, old testament God? What? Too murder-happy to your taste?
Have you forgotten the face of your father, troper?