This is hard...
I went positive in Halo 3 the other day when I played it to reconnect with some old friends.
I went positive in Halo 3 the other day when I played it to reconnect with some old friends.
The "I'm awesome, feel-goody and lollipops* thread"
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YOU LIED TO ME SCREW YOU YOU RUINED MY LIFE FOREVER IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN ASDSBHAKLRHSJKGSEKRFHS T_TResonanceSD said:
*ahem*
yep, I enjoyed Chrono Trigger quite a lot as well. Wonder how you will fare with Chrono Cross though, it is pretty...weird. Not quite in the same vein as Chrono Trigger, in terms of plot/mechanics.
Also it's nice to have a positive thread : D !
There is nothing more memorable than an awesome grilled cheese sandwich.Xartyve2 said:
OT Going to see my friend at uni at the weekend so pretty hyped about that. nothing better than a weekend of alcohol, pizza and parties
last week...
-i bought a couple of awesome books (Sun Tsi, a book of a german philosophical comedian, and some medical stuff)
-was ok that my grandmother died (the way she wished: old without dementia, at home, while asleep)
-and aced a physics-test the day after at the uni (ok ok, i picked one wrong answer, i admit it)
-made up with my father whom i had not talked to in over 25 years (i'm 26... and a half!), -played 10 hours of star trek online straight (haven't played games in months, and didn't really have fun doing so in even more months... effing MOBAs - NO MORE!!)
-and went to a bar where i chatted for... well, long, until they closed, with a beautiful AND smart young woman (who also knew how to serve good whisky properly) after her shift was over
-and i like this thread! (look, there's sunshine too; not only boohoo no-one likes me this game sucks i dunno how to do X)
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woah. now that quite a lot. what the hell, not used to that xD
ah, screw it:
-i bought a couple of awesome books (Sun Tsi, a book of a german philosophical comedian, and some medical stuff)
-was ok that my grandmother died (the way she wished: old without dementia, at home, while asleep)
-and aced a physics-test the day after at the uni (ok ok, i picked one wrong answer, i admit it)
-made up with my father whom i had not talked to in over 25 years (i'm 26... and a half!), -played 10 hours of star trek online straight (haven't played games in months, and didn't really have fun doing so in even more months... effing MOBAs - NO MORE!!)
-and went to a bar where i chatted for... well, long, until they closed, with a beautiful AND smart young woman (who also knew how to serve good whisky properly) after her shift was over
-and i like this thread! (look, there's sunshine too; not only boohoo no-one likes me this game sucks i dunno how to do X)
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woah. now that quite a lot. what the hell, not used to that xD
ah, screw it:
I'm moving out of my parents house this week, the good way. You know, leaving without unresolved bullshit n stuff. Plus, i gave in to temptation and bought kingdoms of Amalur. Whoo!
I started playing Bio-Shock 2 again the other day and have been really enjoying it. A week or so back it froze between levels and so I lost an hour or so of gameplay after the last autosave. This time it didn't, even though I took the precaution of saving several times between autosaves, and there were marvelous battles with Splicers, Big Daddies, and Big Sisters had by all!
I had a meeting to get some headshots for an acting cv - they should be worth £100 but I'm going to do some modelling work and get them free :3
You mentioned lolipops in your thread title, may I have one pretty please?
You mentioned lolipops in your thread title, may I have one pretty please?
There now you has lollipops.
Also I just moved into my own apartment. My family was living with my inlaws but now we're out on our own and i'm lovin' it. Also just between me and the entire internet, the connection i'm using is an unsecured network i'm leeching from. so move into to new apartment and free internet. awesomesauce.
I'm having trouble liking Sniper: Ghost Warrior...but the cum shot-esq kill cam moments when you get a good headshot always make me smile somewhat. Since I opened up this thread, I spent about an hour and a half playing Super Mario World. The fact that I can play the original cart on a SNES is enough to make me giddy as a school-girl but the additional fact that I've beaten Castle 5 and the Secret Forest Castle makes me uber happy! I also forgot the adorable triceratops in Chocolate Land level 1
rayen020 said:
There now you has lollipops.
Also I just moved into my own apartment. My family was living with my inlaws but now we're out on our own and i'm lovin' it. Also just between me and the entire internet, the connection i'm using is an unsecured network i'm leeching from. so move into to new apartment and free internet. awesomesauce.
Great, you just turned the OP into a liar. Thanks A LOT.
ExileNZ said:
CHRONO TRIGGER!
I <3 Marle.
Also gz on the wife kilos
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Also, what the hell is wrong with people these days. LOOK AT THE THREADS IN OFF TOPIC! They're nuts! BE HAPPY PEOPLE!
Oh come on, there's got to be SOMETHING you're happy about in your life.OmniscientOstrich said:
Let's start by saying I have OCD. That's obsessive-compulsive disorder. That'll make everything a bit more meaningful. And no, I'm not talking of the "Funny and quirky obsession that makes Monk a funny character but also gives him brilliant powers of deduction" variety. I'm talking of "I live in a constant, acknowledgedy illogical fear of feeding my pets to a meat grinder or killing or hurting somebody despite never doing fellow man any violence and find new ways somebody, anybody, might just end up dying by my hand or otherwise" variety that really, really kinda sucks and makes people wonder how fucked up they're in the head and if they're psychopaths or something. It might sound like a stupid thing to be ashamed, self-disgusted and horrified by. And yet I end up crying when I think about it too hard. It's not good for you to see yourself killing everyone you love in your mind's little eye again and again and again and goddammit again.
Oh, and also, it kinda makes me sleep about three hours a night without medication since I'm too scared I left the stove on or the alarm's not gonna go off or my rats are going to die of thirst since their bottles (I filled twice) are empty. Or wakes me up in the middle of night check I haven't gotten new messages and that everything's fine. Medication's no good and it makes my already troubled heart even more arrhythmic. As I type this, I'm caressing my scalp and wondering if my hair's already growing and if I should shave it back down to bald again, despite shaving an hour ago. I have about fifteen self-induced scars around my body since I can't allow any wounds to close up without picking them constantly. I only ever have nightmares, and I'm happy to wake up and realize my nightmares last night were only somewhat disconcerting, instead of the kind that makes me awake from my own screams and almost piss myself before I can get a grip and realize nobody's actually going to suck me out of my own skin through my mouth in a swamp of knee-deep rotten offal while my best friends cheer on.
I fidget, can't get into social situations without walking through it in my head for at least a few hours, since even a wrong map is better than no map, I'm always half an hour early since I want to risk nothing, and I'm deathly afraid of the dark despite knowing very well there's nothing to be afraid of. I've developed habits that are both disgusting and unsanitary that I cannot kick because it makes me feel like the world's falling down on me, and as soon as I recall I have nervous tics, I get nervous tics. It's like a fucking cruel version of the game where you can't think of the thing, except instead of losing my face starts twisting around like I have a seizure and I might dislocate my jaw from excess gnashing.
Also, I'm suffering from depression and something they haven't yet pinpointed. I'm unable to experience negative emotions towards anything that might actually be offended. And a hundred other things I'd rather not tell to anyone.
And now you're wondering what's this and why this is in a thread about being happy. Well, you know what? The weirdest thing is, I'm happy. I'm happy and content and no matter how much shit rains down on me, I'm not going to stay down. There's a lot of shit sometimes. But as my shrink said, I'm apparently quite resilient, and I get up every damn time. Crying's not going to fix it, and smiling carries you a lot farther. I'm happy because there's no point in being sad in this world. There's just too much to be happy for, and hating someone, or crying myself to sleep, or anything else isn't going to make me any happier.
I'm happy for the small things in life. I'm happy I can drink three liters of milk a day, some even chocolatey. I'm happy my youngest rat's learning the spin trick that's apparently really hard for them despite looking so easy. I'm happy I found the charging cord for my iPod since I can listen to music again on my walks and don't have to pay too much attention to things I'd imagine dying around me otherwise. I'm happy because I can bake bread and it tastes good. I'm happy the store's pretty close and they've got that good pasta on offer for the whole of next month. I'm happy that new wooden mask looks pretty good on top of the bookshelf. I'm happy my last drawing was pretty good and had no obvious faults.
I'm happy for the large things also. I'm happy I have real, good friends who accept me and don't judge me. I'm happy one of my older rats got better. I'm happy that I can actually be a contributing member of the society and help those around me, no matter my own state. I'm really damn happy I can be useful and make a difference. I'm happy to have known and to know many wonderful people who have given me perspective and made me find bits and pieces of myself. I'm happy for my mother and how she taught me even parents are only people, even if those lessons hurt. I'm happy I can forgive people and that I cannot feel real negatives towards anyone and how that makes everything seem less horrible. I'm happy I finally realized I should get help. Ultimately, I'm happy to be alive. And I'm happy that every year, despite everything, seems a to be a little better and make me a bit more of the man I always admired. If there's a soul, may his rest in peace.
Oh, and I'm happy for that one person who sat down next to me when I cried for two hours in school, by the sofa, since I was feeling horrible and didn't know why and that just made it worse, and told me that it's no shame being weak when you feel weak, and that she'd cried just now, as well and hoped somebody would have comforted her, and gave me a bit of goddamn dignity when everybody else passed by even after I started bleeding from both nostrils like a faucet after my tortured nose veins gave out. If she happens to be reading this by any chance, I'm sorry I couldn't thank you back then, and haven't managed to see you in school again after that. It made me smile just a little bit, and that's a lot.
So yes, I'm happy with my life. For all the shit, for all the bad things, there's just too much good in here. Crying's not going to make things better. Hate's not going to make things better. Bitterness and nihilism just hurt more. I'm going to take life as it comes, here and now, now and forever, square in the face. It hurts, but that makes all the good things that much sweeter. And I'm happy to understand and accept all the things in my life equally.
Since, in the end, I smiled to stranger, and he smiled back, despite being in a wheelchair and in apparent pain. Because if he could grin and bear it, then I damn well can as well.
Oh, and also, it kinda makes me sleep about three hours a night without medication since I'm too scared I left the stove on or the alarm's not gonna go off or my rats are going to die of thirst since their bottles (I filled twice) are empty. Or wakes me up in the middle of night check I haven't gotten new messages and that everything's fine. Medication's no good and it makes my already troubled heart even more arrhythmic. As I type this, I'm caressing my scalp and wondering if my hair's already growing and if I should shave it back down to bald again, despite shaving an hour ago. I have about fifteen self-induced scars around my body since I can't allow any wounds to close up without picking them constantly. I only ever have nightmares, and I'm happy to wake up and realize my nightmares last night were only somewhat disconcerting, instead of the kind that makes me awake from my own screams and almost piss myself before I can get a grip and realize nobody's actually going to suck me out of my own skin through my mouth in a swamp of knee-deep rotten offal while my best friends cheer on.
I fidget, can't get into social situations without walking through it in my head for at least a few hours, since even a wrong map is better than no map, I'm always half an hour early since I want to risk nothing, and I'm deathly afraid of the dark despite knowing very well there's nothing to be afraid of. I've developed habits that are both disgusting and unsanitary that I cannot kick because it makes me feel like the world's falling down on me, and as soon as I recall I have nervous tics, I get nervous tics. It's like a fucking cruel version of the game where you can't think of the thing, except instead of losing my face starts twisting around like I have a seizure and I might dislocate my jaw from excess gnashing.
Also, I'm suffering from depression and something they haven't yet pinpointed. I'm unable to experience negative emotions towards anything that might actually be offended. And a hundred other things I'd rather not tell to anyone.
And now you're wondering what's this and why this is in a thread about being happy. Well, you know what? The weirdest thing is, I'm happy. I'm happy and content and no matter how much shit rains down on me, I'm not going to stay down. There's a lot of shit sometimes. But as my shrink said, I'm apparently quite resilient, and I get up every damn time. Crying's not going to fix it, and smiling carries you a lot farther. I'm happy because there's no point in being sad in this world. There's just too much to be happy for, and hating someone, or crying myself to sleep, or anything else isn't going to make me any happier.
I'm happy for the small things in life. I'm happy I can drink three liters of milk a day, some even chocolatey. I'm happy my youngest rat's learning the spin trick that's apparently really hard for them despite looking so easy. I'm happy I found the charging cord for my iPod since I can listen to music again on my walks and don't have to pay too much attention to things I'd imagine dying around me otherwise. I'm happy because I can bake bread and it tastes good. I'm happy the store's pretty close and they've got that good pasta on offer for the whole of next month. I'm happy that new wooden mask looks pretty good on top of the bookshelf. I'm happy my last drawing was pretty good and had no obvious faults.
I'm happy for the large things also. I'm happy I have real, good friends who accept me and don't judge me. I'm happy one of my older rats got better. I'm happy that I can actually be a contributing member of the society and help those around me, no matter my own state. I'm really damn happy I can be useful and make a difference. I'm happy to have known and to know many wonderful people who have given me perspective and made me find bits and pieces of myself. I'm happy for my mother and how she taught me even parents are only people, even if those lessons hurt. I'm happy I can forgive people and that I cannot feel real negatives towards anyone and how that makes everything seem less horrible. I'm happy I finally realized I should get help. Ultimately, I'm happy to be alive. And I'm happy that every year, despite everything, seems a to be a little better and make me a bit more of the man I always admired. If there's a soul, may his rest in peace.
Oh, and I'm happy for that one person who sat down next to me when I cried for two hours in school, by the sofa, since I was feeling horrible and didn't know why and that just made it worse, and told me that it's no shame being weak when you feel weak, and that she'd cried just now, as well and hoped somebody would have comforted her, and gave me a bit of goddamn dignity when everybody else passed by even after I started bleeding from both nostrils like a faucet after my tortured nose veins gave out. If she happens to be reading this by any chance, I'm sorry I couldn't thank you back then, and haven't managed to see you in school again after that. It made me smile just a little bit, and that's a lot.
So yes, I'm happy with my life. For all the shit, for all the bad things, there's just too much good in here. Crying's not going to make things better. Hate's not going to make things better. Bitterness and nihilism just hurt more. I'm going to take life as it comes, here and now, now and forever, square in the face. It hurts, but that makes all the good things that much sweeter. And I'm happy to understand and accept all the things in my life equally.
Since, in the end, I smiled to stranger, and he smiled back, despite being in a wheelchair and in apparent pain. Because if he could grin and bear it, then I damn well can as well.