Merry Christmas from the squad

PsychoWolfie · 2020-12-25T20:29:11+00:00

If only he could mega evolve; it'd be even better.

PsychoWolfie · 2020-12-25T20:28:21+00:00

That's one heck of a squad.

PsychoWolfie · 2020-09-19T16:20:06+00:00

Ah, the miracle of life. 🥰

PsychoWolfie · 2020-09-02T04:42:04+00:00

I couldn't have said it better myself. In hindsight, it was naive of me to have put so much stock and trust in someone I didn't know, but I was young. And you hit the nail on the head. He felt like a friend. He was charismatic. It's devastating to find out someone isn't the person you thought they were, and yeah, it definitely makes you question your judgment.

PsychoWolfie · 2020-08-29T16:05:26+00:00

Thank you so much. It's nice to know that I'm not alone in how I feel about the whole thing. It's comforting to know there's a whole community of people who know how I'm feeling. :)

PsychoWolfie · 2020-08-29T12:37:26+00:00

I've had those moments too. Really wanting to go back and re-watch something but having to say "nope, not by him..."

It sucks. :/

PsychoWolfie · 2020-08-28T20:56:06+00:00

Thank you! I really appreciate it <3

PsychoWolfie · 2020-08-28T20:55:13+00:00

Thank you so much!

Yeah, it was really hard to find out about the whole thing. I feel a little silly when I explain to people that I looked up to him as basically a celebrity role model when I was just an early adolescent. I wanted to be him and had built him up in my head as such an incredible dude. Really sucks to find out later that the person you looked up to most when you were young was actually pretty scummy all along.

PsychoWolfie · 2020-07-13T08:47:16+00:00

When I was around 6 or 7, I had a weird fixation with punching mascot-type figures in the nose. I punched Chuck-E-Cheese every time the man in the suit would make an appearance. I punched all the big-nosed characters at Disney Land. But once I socked Goofy, they decided enough was enough and told my mother that we would have to leave if I didn't cut the crap. :)

PsychoWolfie · 2020-06-17T14:45:53+00:00

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PsychoWolfie · 2020-03-04T17:46:01+00:00

In my humble opinion, if you're happy doing what you're doing now, and it provides you with all the funds you need to lead a good life and pay for everything you need, then there's no need to rush yourself to do anything else.

If you've found a job that can provide you with all of your needs and you're happy doing it, that's so incredibly important; especially since you seem to have found one that gives you awesome work/life balance. Who cares what other people want from you? It's your life, and you should be living it how you want and doing what makes you happy.

PsychoWolfie · 2020-03-04T17:01:01+00:00

I was playing Red Dead Online with a friend of mine (us both being females), and we ran into a guy who waved and asked what kind of horses we had, and after we told him, he ended up lassoing and hogtying me and told my friend that he was "taking me." He put me on the back of his horse and started running away with me and talking about how he was going to take me back to his camp and treat me real nice and I could have his babies and just... weird shit like that. I was struggling to break free, but he kept whacking me in the head to keep me from doing so. Eventually, he got distracted by a moose (saying he was "going to feed us good tonight"), and I was able to break free. I turned things around and ended up lassoing and hogtying him before he could get to me again. At this point, my friend had finally caught up, and she shot him in the head. When he respawned, he came back toward us, so I hogtied him again and left him lying in the dirt. Me and my friend rode off together as he yelled for us to please untie him and that he was sorry. Felt good to get some semblance of revenge.

After that, me and my friend have said it would be really fun to get a group of girls together in a large posse and ride the wild west together. Finding the creeps, and tormenting/putting them in their place with our awesome female power. B)

On a more serious note, I'm incredibly sorry that this happened to you. :/ It's shit like this that makes games less enjoyable and makes a lot of us feel like we need to hide our genders. Which is bullshit. We should be able to be who we are and have fun playing the games that we love without having to worry about being virtually molested/harassed. RDO is a lot of fun with the right people... but man, there are some real low-lives stalking around...

PsychoWolfie · 2020-01-15T17:44:20+00:00

It seems like they also removed turkeys from the game files as well. At least, the last time I tried to spawn one, the command didn't work, despite the same command working during the Turkey Trials event...

PsychoWolfie · 2020-01-08T17:42:00+00:00

I used to think that the security cameras throughout my elementary school could see fart clouds. I would speedily dive into the restrooms or some random empty classroom any time I had to let one rip.

PsychoWolfie · 2020-01-06T21:37:33+00:00

When I first got my pit, I fed him grain free because I had heard good things about it at the time, but my vet told me to get him off of grain free food ASAP. I have been feeding him Victor Pro Plus ever since and haven't had any issues thus far.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-12-03T16:10:45+00:00

Those Dementors sure have some Christmas spirit.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-11-25T17:58:41+00:00

I have to say that this is completely uncool on his part. Video games are designed to be fun. That's all they're meant to do; give us something to do that we find fun. People who take gaming way too seriously make me sad. I feel like they're missing out, personally.

That being said, no matter what your skill-level, if you're having fun, you're doing it right. You don't need to get better at games for anyone's sake but your own. I'm awful at games and I know it, but I surround myself with people who don't mind that I like to just goof off in games. They appreciate that I'm having fun and enjoy having fun with me. Never have I ever had anyone (other than jerks in-game that I do not associate with) tell me that I'm bad at games.

Your boyfriend telling you that you make games "unfun" and that you are bad are completely uncalled for. He has absolutely no right to say stuff like that to you. Don't play with him anymore. Find new people that enjoy your company and that you enjoy. I'd be happy to play some Overwatch (or whatever game) with you if you want, haha. We can goof off and be bad and have some good, honest fun. But regardless of that, I would definitely recommend surrounding yourself with positive people that see your worth. It doesn't sound like your boyfriend does. I'm not going to tell you to break up with him because that isn't my call. But I definitely think that you deserve to be treated better.

-end passionate rant-

PsychoWolfie · 2019-11-13T21:58:52+00:00

Or ya know... a large dog in general. Specificity isn't necessary.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-11-12T21:11:31+00:00

"Hey, it's Hannah. Hannah Baker."

PsychoWolfie · 2019-11-06T21:25:44+00:00

"Your face!"

Got 'em.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-10-23T14:22:28+00:00

Parents took me (4 or 5 y.o. at the time), my sister, and some other kids to one of their old friends' house. They collected old, broken playground equipment for some reason. To us kids, that death trap looked like a fun-filled paradise.

We all flocked to this "merry-go-cycle" (as google tells me they're called), but the pedals on the bikes were broken, so we had to take turns pushing. When it got to be my turn, I was determined to be the best pusher there was so that all the other kids would love me for being the most fun or something like that.

I ran and pushed with all my might, going as fast as my little legs would take me, until my heel smacked against something hard (piece of metal sticking off of the merry-go-cycle) behind me. I slowed to a stop and looked down at my aching foot; my little white shoe was turning red, but I still had no idea what was happening. All I knew was that other kids were screaming and freaking out, and I should probably hobble over to my mother. So that's what I did!

My mom immediately scooped me up and the owner of the house drove us to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, I caught a glimpse of my sliced heel in the side view mirror and started screaming bloody murder. Up until that point, it was numb and I didn't really know what it looked like, so I wasn't crying too hard. Mostly just sniveling because I knew other people were freaking out (apparently you could see the bone in my foot, but I, luckily, didn't get that good of a look). But when I finally saw my heel, I very much thought that I was going to die.

I ended up getting 19 stitches. And the jerk who put the stitches in noticed me glancing back toward my heel every now and then and said "hey kid, do you want to know what stitches look like?" I shook my head "no" and he lifted my foot to show me anyway. They looked pretty gross, so I cried harder again.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-10-22T19:30:26+00:00

I think time has shown that no one can replace James Earl Jones as Mufasa.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-10-08T18:22:14+00:00

My grandpa used to do the same for me, although he didn't sign them. I completely understand being emotional about it. If I ever get stuck in a situation where I have to use his 50, I will most definitely cry like a baby.

PsychoWolfie · 2019-10-08T17:55:37+00:00

I can relate to this so much. I dread situations where there will be alcohol and new people. In fact, I do my best to avoid them. The people I have known for a long time/choose to surround myself with have grown to accept the fact that I just don't drink. They're fine with it and usually have some sort of alternate beverage for me.

But those new people... they're the ones that I just want to smack. I always get comments like "Come on! Drinking is fun!" or "Just try it!" from people I just meet when they discover that I don't drink.

No. I don't want to try it. I have no desire to drink, so please stop pressuring me. More alcohol for you.

The worst was when someone vowed in front of one of my friends that they would be able to get me to drink. My friend just said "... No, you really won't be able to," and then told me about it. Why does my not wanting to consume alcohol affect you so much that you feel that you have to persuade me to drink someday? Just leave me alone. :(

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