You are who you are, and trying to cover that up just leads to further issues down the line.
To some degree, a skill you can learn is to accept it and let it roll off. Laugh with them. Because all the time you spend dwelling on what was said to you just drags you down into a pointless funk and reframes how you think about yourself.
You’re sensitive, that’s an asset. If your friends want to exploit that, ask them to stop and find better friends if they won’t.
That’s the problem - with them, not you - they know you react, so they needle you.
It’s shitty behavior and it’s not harmless fun.
Don’t give anyone ideas.
“Johnny Dangerously” came to mind once.
Once.
He’s a real Narcissus. Fell in love with himself in a different world and almost destroyed two worlds so that they could be together forever.
My players know there are two worlds and that Zeitounessian did it for love. I’m amazed they haven’t guessed the truth yet.
They are, vaguely. The situation is that two worlds from parallel timelines almost collided and we’re sealed into a bubble plane to keep the catastrophe contained.
One party from each world is unraveling the how and why. At the center is a pair of liches - the same individual from each world - whose phylacteries are each other. If you dint defeat them both in the alloted time, the other lich rises again.
None of the players know about the liches yet, but they do know their name, Zeitounessian.
I’m running multiple d&d games for both friends and family. My friends are currently playing The Curse of Strahd and loving it but it’s just by the book.
My family just finished The Wild Beyond the Witchlight, which I had heavily modified and plan to release a boom detailing what I did and how it went. After that this group returns to my homebrew game, so…
I need to revive a third game, also with friends, which is their heroes in the same homebrew world as I plan to bring the two groups together for a level 20 finale.
Thank you! This last one was really a leap of faith, someone I barely knew at all who needed a place to stay. We’ve all been lucky!
A few times I’ve been there for friends and helped them through rough times just by being someone to talk to.
But I also helped my best friend and roommate by paying most of the bills while he developed his IT/engineering skills. He’s got a good career now but struggled for a few years.
Then I took someone in a couple months ago and she’s staying in my attic now. That’s going well, my wife and I get along great with her. Hopefully it’ll all turn out well.
There were three women who were best friends, took their breaks together, etc. And in the Christmas season they wore matching knit sweaters and would walk down the hall side by side so it would read “Ho! Ho! Ho!”
But one day when I was leaving the break room, they approached… and one was out sick. Before I could stop myself I asked “Where’s the other Ho?”
Might’ve gotten a visit to HR from it if I hadn’t looked so shocked at myself.
Your thumb provides the resistance necessary for your finger to hit at the speed that it does.
Finger snapping is misleading. The sound does not come from your fingers moving against each other but from your middle finger hitting the meaty base of your thumb and ring finger.
Once I knew that it was much easier to snap my fingers. Hopefully that helps you too!
When I was in high school I was up way too late playing D&D and dreamt I was the general of an army.
In the shower I was questioning how we’d all get clean in time for school.
I did that and my wife got annoyed… then started wearing my socks. Now we buy more and just use athletic socks
She’s still got her colorful, playful ones that are a pain in the ass to match up.
Thank you, that was a long standing problem for me, and it got a lot easier to just put myself out there and see what would happen. Not just romantically but socially in general.
It served me well.
Click on all the squares that contain YOU.
While tripping on a large dose of LSD, I decided to practice with my new and incredibly sharp wood chisels on a block of pine.
Amazingly I didn’t cut myself at all.
My friend found a stop motion animated clay Don Quixote, where the clay work was rough and you could see thumbprints. It was the perfect vibe for tripping and carving, the gouges I was making in the wood looked like the clay, and bit by bit I made that block into a volcano.
In order to do that I kept twisting my right arm (I’m left handed) clockwise, and when I came down from the hallucinogens, the nerves in my arm went dead. Hand just slid off the keyboard.
It was fine twenty minutes later. And that’s my story, the best acid trip I ever had. Worked through my obsessions a bit and let go of them.
In the following weeks I asked three women out and got shot down each time instead of thinking about doing so for a month and being a creep.
I appreciate you trying to attribute the artist. That’s a good instinct to have, glad to see it in practice!
Humanity is a lost cause. Still worth fighting for.