Odd confessions.

Because they're off their tits on meth.

Or because it's something of worth to them, so they steal it.

edited 27th Oct '14 5:38:46 AM by RatherRandomRachel

Don't worry, you're not the only one

I couldn't watch Charlotte's Web because Charlotte scares the shit out of me.

I love invoking Oh, Crap! reaction from here.

Something I've thought of that's silly and possibly quaintly cute, because I started thinking about one of my current fandoms.

I'll spare you my Internalized Categorism / self-hatred about my marginal faith, since that's all over some of the pages of one of the Troper Covens and leaks into the Anxiety and Sadness thread sometimes, but... when I am feeling whimsical...Whimsical, imaginative... in those rare moments when I don't care that "this makes me stupid" I like to imagine that I do have one or two guardian angels around me and that they have interesting thoughts on my fandoms. That is, I can imagine them having snarky banter when they sit down with me an I happen to be watching "Neon Genesis Evangelion." I can imagine a guardian angel thinking Pit is incredibly cute whenever I play Kid Icaurs: Uprising or Super Smash Brothers even as they're going "Wrong!" — I do like to think that any guardian angel I might have knows that I made a distinction for fictional angels and that, in fiction, they're as malliable a fantasy-creature as dragons are.

Am I too weird for enjoying imagining such things? I'm not asking anyone to believe in anything, this just falls under "stupid things I like to imagine for fun."

When someone says stupid things, without saying anything clever, funny, or nice, more than several times in a row, I proceed to ignore whatever that person says (not that I will show that I'm doing that). On Internet forum, I ignore whatever that poster posted.

I pretended to have a boyfriend for three years. I actually would okay somone to pretend to be my boyfriend. Yes, I am a Mojo. Yes, I am a NEET. I post self is on Tumblr and shamelessly self promote my own novel/fanfiction.

I'm not sure why you would have to pretend to have a boyfriend. There are legions, entire boxes filled with men and boys who would pay you to smile when you look at them.

I imagined a small box in a warehouse filled with boys, peeking out all cute-like, like hamsters.

Instead of a warehouse, imagine boys popping out of little prarie-dog mounds

I pretend to be sane.

You know that you don't have to post in character all the time.

edited 30th Oct '14 3:45:05 PM by RandomAdventure

You win the thread.

@Webidolchiu94: What in the world is a Mojo?

I dislike being adressed to by my first name, and find the use of my last name or of a nickname much more friendly and warm.

Why? Firstly, because the only people that call me by my first name systematically are authority figures (my father and my boss).

There's also the fact that my first name is very common, while my last name isn't. I know with certainty that people are talking to me when they use my last name.

My last name also has the added bonus of making people immediately enthusiastic and in a good mood when they try to pronounce it.

Courtesty of Watamote, courtesy of my Tumblr: THIS IS SO ME

What is your first name anyway?

All i'm gonna say is that it's European AND generic.

Bartholomew!

Is it Jukka?

@Random Adventure

You assume I was speaking in character. I was referring to myself in real life.

Unless you're actually diagnosed with a mental disorder or have psychological problems, I don't believe as to how anybody could pretend to be sane.

Just being skeptical here.

edited 31st Oct '14 12:37:32 AM by RandomAdventure

I thought the "in character" thing was just a snarky joke.

Though I think on this site, mental disorder is more the norm than an ordered mind.

edited 31st Oct '14 5:56:53 AM by Odd1

I said this before, but I'm simply incapable of understanding why some people celebrate fictional character's birthdays.

I only remember, or even care about, birthdays of people that I would interact in real life. That's why I don't bother to learn about celebrity's birthday, except for using it to determine their age.

I mean, with fictional characters, they don't even know that you are celebrating their birthdays. What's the point, exactly?

edited 31st Oct '14 8:33:40 AM by dRoy

I'm getting sick of seeing internet activists sling around the word "gross" to describe something racist/sexist/homophobic/trans*phobic/classist/anything closed-minded ever. What are we, five?