I don’t even need to see the rest of the Sunday comic. I sympathize with just this first panel way too much already.
In elementary school, I was designated the #AcceptableTarget of the class, which meant that anything in which I was interested was to be mocked. Being as I was a child, I was overeager to make friends without taking particular mind as to how nice of people they were.
The first thing you do when you want to make friends is try to find common ground. So I looked into what all my attackers were into and found out that it was something I could enjoy very much; once I knew enough about it to get into a conversation, I tried to approach.
What do you do when the guy you’re picking on starts liking something you enjoy? Apparently, designate it no longer worth enjoying, and mock it as you would anything else the target likes.
Enter the TCG wars of my elementary school playground, where every franchise with a trading card game was in opposition to every other such franchise, and if you didn’t take any side then you basically had no one to play with. The bullies quickly discovered that if I grew to enjoy the card game whose side they were on, they could defect to a different side, and if I ended up enjoying that one, they could defect back.
When I entered my “completionist” phase, they found out they could do the same thing in every such enjoyment because I’d refuse to start enjoying something new until I’d finished eveeything to do with something old; whether it be an arbitrary TCG deck, collecting everything in a set of action figures, or getting the accursed 100% progress on a video game save file.
By the time I stopped being a completionist, I’d realized what bastards they were and no longer sought their friendship.
I don’t even need to see the rest of the Sunday comic. I sympathize with just this first panel way too much already.
In elementary school, I was designated the #AcceptableTarget of the class, which meant that anything in which I was interested was to be mocked. Being as I was a child, I was overeager to make friends without taking particular mind as to how nice of people they were.
The first thing you do when you want to make friends is try to find common ground. So I looked into what all my attackers were into and found out that it was something I could enjoy very much; once I knew enough about it to get into a conversation, I tried to approach.
What do you do when the guy you’re picking on starts liking something you enjoy? Apparently, designate it no longer worth enjoying, and mock it as you would anything else the target likes.
Joke’s on them; they granted you the power of instantly ruining anything they liked.
Exactly! just ruin everything they like over and over and laugh because they can no longer enjoy anything.
Enter the TCG wars of my elementary school playground, where every franchise with a trading card game was in opposition to every other such franchise, and if you didn’t take any side then you basically had no one to play with. The bullies quickly discovered that if I grew to enjoy the card game whose side they were on, they could defect to a different side, and if I ended up enjoying that one, they could defect back.
When I entered my “completionist” phase, they found out they could do the same thing in every such enjoyment because I’d refuse to start enjoying something new until I’d finished eveeything to do with something old; whether it be an arbitrary TCG deck, collecting everything in a set of action figures, or getting the accursed 100% progress on a video game save file.
By the time I stopped being a completionist, I’d realized what bastards they were and no longer sought their friendship.