Set up a table in front of a bunch of PETA protester and ate a steak and bacon in front of them
Came in the middle of class.
Quote from: MarKhan on March 19, 2018, 01:19:09 PMCame in the middle of class.you lie
Nothing? There's a reason why it's cringe, and it's because it was wrong.
Quote from: み on March 19, 2018, 01:34:47 PMNothing? There's a reason why it's cringe, and it's because it was wrong.nah there are things you can enjoy while admitting they're cringyalso what the dude above me said
Quote from: み on March 19, 2018, 01:34:47 PMNothing? There's a reason why it's cringe, and it's because it was wrong.that was my initial response as well, but in thinking about it, i'm actually not so suretry to think of a learning experience you may have had that resulted in embarrassment, and you can't help but cringe in retrospect, but was still integral to whatever growth you needed to get where you are todaymaybe there's still nothing for you, but i wouldn't rule out the possibility entirelyyou could also just say liking anime
nah there are things you can enjoy while admitting they're cringy
Nobody should feel guilty about things they like
Quote from: み on March 19, 2018, 02:18:57 PMNobody should feel guilty about things they likewouldn't go that far
Quote from: Verbatim on March 19, 2018, 02:22:05 PMQuote from: み on March 19, 2018, 02:18:57 PMNobody should feel guilty about things they likewouldn't go that farI would. Feeling remorse for the things you like means that you don't truly enjoy them.
Quote from: み on March 19, 2018, 02:44:19 PMQuote from: Verbatim on March 19, 2018, 02:22:05 PMQuote from: み on March 19, 2018, 02:18:57 PMNobody should feel guilty about things they likewouldn't go that farI would. Feeling remorse for the things you like means that you don't truly enjoy them.hmm, idk, perhaps we just think of the term differentlywhen i call something a guilty pleasure, i'm merely acknowledging that 1.) the thing i like isn't conventionally thought of as "good," 2.) it doesn't technically live up to the quality standards that i've proposed for myself, and 3.) i have to go through a twisty-turny rigmarole in attempting to explain to people why i find it so appealing in spite of everything elselike, golden boy is genuinely the funniest anime i've ever seen—it's the only show that's ever made me laugh out loud at the exact beats where i was supposed to, and i can't say the same about anything elsebut it's also golden boy, a show that i'm supposed to hate because it IS everything that i hateso it's a guilty pleasure—i would never recommend it to anybody who's expecting a little bit more from my tastes
kiddie porn, bestiality, free form jazz music
it all makes sense now
Quote from: Verbatim on March 19, 2018, 03:06:48 PMQuote from: み on March 19, 2018, 02:44:19 PMQuote from: Verbatim on March 19, 2018, 02:22:05 PMQuote from: み on March 19, 2018, 02:18:57 PMNobody should feel guilty about things they likewouldn't go that farI would. Feeling remorse for the things you like means that you don't truly enjoy them.hmm, idk, perhaps we just think of the term differentlywhen i call something a guilty pleasure, i'm merely acknowledging that 1.) the thing i like isn't conventionally thought of as "good," 2.) it doesn't technically live up to the quality standards that i've proposed for myself, and 3.) i have to go through a twisty-turny rigmarole in attempting to explain to people why i find it so appealing in spite of everything elselike, golden boy is genuinely the funniest anime i've ever seen—it's the only show that's ever made me laugh out loud at the exact beats where i was supposed to, and i can't say the same about anything elsebut it's also golden boy, a show that i'm supposed to hate because it IS everything that i hateso it's a guilty pleasure—i would never recommend it to anybody who's expecting a little bit more from my tastesI find that to be the difference between an embarrassing pleasure and a guilty one; it's okay to feel shame, but not regret. To decide which you're feeling, there's a simple question: "if someone discovered that I enjoyed x, would I feel bad because they found out or because I liked ?"Like, I don't talk about anime irl (except for mentioning super mainstream stuff, like Dragon Ball); not because I feel regret for liking anime, but because it tends to attract the attention of cringemongers. I wouldn't call it a guilty pleasure because I feel no remorse for liking it, but I do feel remorse for whatever misstep led to a fedora-tipper discovering that I watched some shitty SoL a few years ago.
I find that to be the difference between an embarrassing pleasure and a guilty one; it's okay to feel shame, but not regret. To decide which you're feeling, there's a simple question: "if someone discovered that I enjoyed x, would I feel bad because they found out or because I liked ?"Like, I don't talk about anime irl (except for mentioning super mainstream stuff, like Dragon Ball); not because I feel regret for liking anime, but because it tends to attract the attention of cringemongers. I wouldn't call it a guilty pleasure because I feel no remorse for liking it, but I do feel remorse for whatever misstep led to a fedora-tipper discovering that I watched some shitty SoL a few years ago.
Quote from: Verbatim on March 19, 2018, 04:16:22 PMQuote from: challengerX on March 19, 2018, 04:08:23 PMit all makes sense nowthis is literally the only thing anyone ever posts whenever i talk about my lifelmao😂😂😂But I meant in your views towards relationships etc
Quote from: challengerX on March 19, 2018, 04:08:23 PMit all makes sense nowthis is literally the only thing anyone ever posts whenever i talk about my life
i never learned how to drive in high school, but my house was within a 10-minute walking distance anyway, so it wasn't really a big deal at the time—michigan weather wasn't always kind to me, though, so if i wasn't trudging through 10 inches of snow, i was probably freezing to death from the wind chill (and i was too cool to wear boots, snowpants, or a decent jacket)i was also hyper introverted during my freshman and sophomore years, and the only friends i had were the friends i've always had since elementary schooli started coming out of my shell a little during junior year, though, and by senior year, it felt like i had made friends, or at least acquaintances, with almost everyone in my class, which was great (then that all came crashing down as soon as i graduated but hey, whatever, senior year is the happiest i remember being in the past four years)that said, i was never great with girls, but only because i never really tried—so by the time i finally decided to ask someone out during senior year, i wasn't well-practiced at all and i still cringe about it to this dayi had a crush on this girl who i met in middle school—she was very quiet and to herself (like me), was a really good student (unlike me), and very pretty in a demure debutante kind of way (a rarity for girls of her disposition), and though she wasn't quite the salutatorian, she was definitely in the discussionshe was really really sweet, too—just the nicest girl you'd ever meet—but she also had this reputation of rejecting every guy who's ever asked her out, and anyone who ever ever tried was lambasted by everyone else for even thinking to corrupt such a pure, pristine, innocent girli never ever spoke to her in middle school, we only became somewhat acquainted in high school—we had a couple classes where we sat near each other, exchanging thoughts here and there, that type of thing, never a lengthy conversationat some point during senior year, though, she got her license—and she would occasionally spot me on my way home from class, and for whatever reason, she just started offering me rides homei would always accept, obviously, even though it made me incredibly anxious—this is a girl i've been crushing on for years, after all—but it would be very silly for me not to take her upshe would do this rather frequently, and sometimes she'd even drive me to school—i would never ask her, but she would always offer—and we'd always have a pretty good conversation on the way home, where i discovered that, while we may not be interested in a lot of the same things, she seemed genuinely interested in what i had to say, which i can tell, because she asked a lot of good questionseven though i liked and appreciated it, it still fucked with my head, because i couldn't tell if she was just doing it out of the kindness of her heart, or because was she into me, and this was her way of letting me know about it (because she never rode with anyone else)eventually, i guess the hormonal horndog within me decided it very well may have been the latter—so, after taking me home one night for what must have been the fifth or sixth time, i made a snap decision to ask her out right then and there—but i've never asked anyone out before, and my anxiety through the roof, so i wound up fumbling the execution pretty badlythe way it played out was, she stopped at my door, we said our goodbyes, and i stepped out of the car—but then suddenly, i turned back around before closing the door, poked my head back in for a second, and i either said "uh, hey" or "uh, wait"she looked at me again, and then i asked her something like, "do you think we could go out some time"i didn't stutter, i said it confidently, but i instantly felt an explosion of regret well up inside my stomach as i braced myself for her responsethe expression on her face was hard to read—she wasn't a very expressive person in general, so i honestly couldn't get a read on her reaction at all—but either way, she gave me a "hmm... maybe!" and drove offi think "hmm, maybe, we'll see" was her exact responsewhich of course means "no"which means she really was just trying to be nice the whole timeso that might be the cringiest thing i've ever done, because it was such a pitiful attempt, but i'm able to defend it because i GENUINELY felt that she was into me, because she was giving me every single indicationshe was the only girl who ever shown me any interest whatsoever, and out of them all, she was my crush—so i felt like i had to seize the opportunityso yeah, cringe—but no ragrats at the same timeanother thing—we invited each other to our graduation parties that year, and i went to hers, but she didn't show up to mine—but the very next day, i receive a LONG facebook message from her, apologizing for not being there, and that she just couldn't make it, but she's so sorry, and all this stuffso i dunno man, maybe she did like me after all, but was just as awkward as me about it, who knowsnot that any of it matters now, she moved to the south and got married there last year