Stupid stuff that comes to mind that we want to post

“What do you think of my human disguise?”

“That doesn’t look like any humans I’ve ever seen. What did you research for it?”

“Some 1800 live performance called the Minstrel Show.”

“1800 live perf- Oh sweet merciful abyss!”

“I also came across Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I’m thinking of using that as ins-”

“Stop. Now.”

NARF!

@Badheart
Gee, Brain. What are we going to do tonight?

“You wear a disguise to look like human guys, but you’re not a man, you’re a Chicken Boo.”

Going through life be like

I am defeated. This reminds me of famous song from motherland. “You must know when to hold on to your cards, and you must know when to burn them in fire. Because if you lose, you bring insufferable shame to Republic and are sent to a work camp in forest.”

@Mr.Myoozik
In my case:

@Mr.Myoozik
Ain’t no doubt about that

Is it just me, or do people seem to gloss over the fact that in their teenage nostalgia, there was a lot of awkwardness and peer pressure involved?

@Jade Kitsune
Nostalgia makes people its bitch.

@Meanlucario
Many people do cringe when looking back at aspects of their teenage years though

@Mellow Rhythm
True, though many still treat their nostalgia with more respect than they treat other people.

@Jade Kitsune
Not everyone succumbs to such things.

@Lord WyrmSpawN
Not everyone, but enough for it to be noticed.

I forgot I actually do have some manga, most of them are unfinished though.

@Mellow Rhythm
Everything about my teenage years makes me want to ram my head through a g##damn wall. Repeatedly.

My teenage years were interesting. I earned a particular level of popularity through aggression and wit.

Had to, I was 95 pounds soaking wet. Got sick of being picked on when I was in my younger teens. Then I put a bully’s face into a sports locker door, repeatedly, and that turned shit around real quick.

@Zincy
I had to deal with a lot of that shit too. Kids would often try to violate my personal space, some dude slapped me on the ass once, one person showed me underage cartoon porn that they drew, and the teachers didn’t really do anything about it.

I came really close to decking this one asshole in the face near the end of my Sophomore year, but I desperately didn’t want to get into trouble, so I relented. It was just miserable.

I was mostly a friendly and energetic kid aside from whenever someone picked a fight with me, I’m happy to play with you :)

I was just an introverted guy as a teenager who didn’t talk to a lot of people and barely had friends. Other than other people roasting me, I was never “bullied” per se, I was picked on a lot more when I was in elementary school because kids are spawns of the devil.

To bad you don’t know.

@Mr.Myoozik
Same here. I was teased a lot as a kid for quirks related to my Aspergers. A lot of people found me strange, but I did have some friends and people who were nice to me, and I was a happy child. The teasing continued into middle school, but pretty much stopped in high school. I’m thankful I was never really up during that period.

Sometimes, violence is the answer.

I had a rep that was rather amusing, mostly because I did things (that were a little dangerous in hindsight) that earned me a little respect. And that I was crazy.

Like the time an ex of man came to me crying because a mutual friend of hers was stalking her. I got two of my buddies to walk with me before class started, I walked right into his class (French I believe) about 3 min before it started, sat my happy little ass beside his very confused self, and politely explained that I would make the next two years of his life a living nightmare if he so much as looked at her.

Or the time I squared up to a senior twice my hight as a sophomore because of lunch seating. Juniors and Seniors could eat out in this long hallway if they so chose. I decided I wanted to, then the big guy got all bent out of shape about it. He threatened to “beat me up” while standing at the bottom of the stairs of that hallway. I popped up without a seconds hesitation and walked right down to him not breaking eye contact. He pulled the “you’re not worth my time” bullshit and walked off.

Or the time in electronics class that I threatened to stab an annoying underclassmen with a needle nose plier if he kept messing with my kit. He did it a few more times so I wacked him across the knuckles with the pliers hard enough to draw blood.

I was a mean little shit.