pokeddexy day 3: favorite dragon type
CUTE PSYCHIC DRAGON AIRPLANES WITH RETRACTABLE FORELIMBS will always hold a special place in my heart
i’d date a robot. i’d date 10 robots. no one can stop me
why do i evn try
"Adult" has become such a negative word for me.
There’s a person I talk with often who’s a part-time pizza delivery driver, and everything I say that’s even SLIGHTLY job related is immediately trivialized by him. “That’s not how things work in the adult world.” “If you had a job you’d understand.” I can only be taken seriously if I’m making money.
I’m not sure I agree with this obsession my generation of guys seems to have: get a job, be independent, become a man. I’m not saying we shouldn’t do these things, but why is it the only “respectable” thing to talk about? We put so much priority on becoming an adult, and as a result everything else not directly contributing to that goal becomes unimportant, temporary, and a waste of time. I can’t talk about toys, video games, or Dungeons and Dragons ever because we’re suddenly adults now and we NEED to talk about adult things like how much we hate our jobs.
I realize work is important. I realize it’s essential to growing up. But we don’t STOP growing if we don’t wait tables or lug crates around. We don’t stop growing when we relax with a card game or pull out our Nintendo DS. This grim resignation of “no more fun things, ever” when you very obviously can and still do enjoy fun things is absolutely retarded.
There’s a time for work and a time for relaxation. One is not lesser than the other.
What really kills me is when I’m talking to people over Skype, WHILE WE ARE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES, and I’m lectured about “the adult world” or how “we’re not gonna be playing games forever.” Way to be a bummer, dude. Even if there does come a time where you don’t want to play games anymore, or physically CAN’T, don’t ruin your own fun with some half-ass attempt to mentally prep for some grim future of adulthood. Or worse, try to IMPRESS me with your grim future plans/divinations.
I would rather see people less because they’re busy than to see them more and have them tell me how busy they’re gonna be.
I don’t have a job. I’m going to school. I take less units than a full-time student would so obviously I’m going to have more time to relax. Does that mean I’m not an adult? I’m not yet experienced enough to know what it’s like to have a job but at least I know how childish it is to pretend to be something you’re not.