Odd confessions.

It's just a very complex movie, a lot of weird stuff happens and I can't keep up. I really want to like it but I feel like I'm not smart enough to "get" it.

I don't know how to just enjoy things without overthinking them. Music or movies.

What do I even like? Surely I must like something.

watch Koyaanisqatsi

You know the Halloween logo? Like, a pumpkin-skull thing holding a knife? For the longest time, I thought it was a scythe with a pumpkin-skull thing instead of a blade.

For a second I was confused and thought you were saying the holiday of Halloween itself had a logo

I hate Thanksgiving. The pilgrims were murderers and turkey tastes like napkins.

The song in FilmCow's "Ferrets" really does cheer me up. Sure, that brown ferret is a total psychopath, but his singing voice is just beautiful!

It makes me really uncomfortable receiving sympathetic comments of any kind. Like, "I know what you're going through and I will always be here for you." or "Everything is going to be okay. You're strong and beautiful and whatever." Or like a counselor telling you, "It's okay, you're safe here." I find them so uncomfortable sounding that they're physically painful. If anyone feels the need to give me sympathy, saying "Get over it, you whiny dumbass" would make me feel better than giving me one of those lines. I just hate being told lines like that. It makes me so uncomfortable

I'm kinda scared of hospitals. I know I shouldn't be, but there's just something...unnerving about them.

I'm scared of hospitals because going to a hospital is a good way to get sick. Although, not enough to make me stay away.

You know what I hate? When you understand a really obscure reference in a TV show or book or something, but you can't share it with anyone because either you're the only one you know who's watched it, or everyone else already watched it years ago and the reference was shared around and became common knowledge to even people who didn't recognize it at first. But I want everyone to know how smart and cultured I ammmm

Jeez, that is a pain I felt before. Sorry you had to go through that.

edited 28th Oct '16 6:39:23 PM by BaconZorp

The worst part of job interviews, for me, is not the nervousness, not the ridiculous questions they ask you, but having to be trapped in a boring, cog-in-the-machine business suit for it. As a diehard, at times over-the-top fashionista, having to present myself and who I am to an employer while wearing a horrible plain suit makes distressed.

I tend to enjoy cartoons even more if they're really really obscure. I doubt anyone else here has anyone ever heard of, say, Birdz, but I dig it.

My dream job is working as a public defender.

Don't those have terrible payment?

Yeah, but it's a service people need.

Just don't wind up like that fella in My Cousin Vinnie and get into a stuttering fit in front of the jury.

A noble pursuit, Smokey. I hope you achieve it.

I have no idea what kind of job I actually want. I'm just bopping through academia racking up qualifications until I finally meet my Dream Job, where there will be a light coming down from the sky and an angelic choir singing in the distance, I presume

I find myself opting out of a lot of discussions here on TV Tropes because I just don't have the energy for protracted argument. I have a job, a family, and a life, and thus little time to compose highly researched comments the way some tropers do. Also, there are a number of tropers, I won't mention who (though you've probably encountered them) who really like to hear themselves talk and have definite philosophical agendas in certain areas. One quickly learns to avoid such people, even when you have a serious itch to point out where they're wrong, or being overly broad or shortsighted, because trying to discuss anything with them is like talking to a wall. Sometimes I find myself writing long posts in argument with such folks, only to delete them without posting because I don't feel like shouldering the aggravation. Even so, it irks me to let some of their comments go unchallenged. Ah well.

While I may not have the same life situation as you (I'm more in a state of stagnant flux), I know exactly how you feel.

I'm scared of going to hospital.

It's bloody expensive, yo.

Unless you live in those commie countries like Canada or Sweden or whatever.

You what the worst "etiquette rule" ever is? The one that says that you can't start eating until everyone has arrived. It's a lose-lose situation. Because the people already ready there are starving. And when the person who was late finally arrives, they feel really guilty that they starved everyone. Isn't the purpose of good manners to make people feel better, not to make every party involved feel immensely worse?

Etiquette is more team building exercise. Occasionally, you run across no pain no gain rules.

I hum Bonetrousle a lot, especially when I'm getting spaghetti.