Your younger, more retarded self
 

So, it happens. We get older, we grow, and things that seemed like a good idea at the time decay into a mass of "What the fuck was I thinking?"

When I was in HS, I went through a phase that involved assorted pieces of leather clothing, some other "loud" things, and a pair of vinyl pants. That last one was sort of the end of that era--I wore them right after I bought them in August, which is the wrong time to wear vinyl pants, and never wore them again, for there is no right time. I bring this phase up because it's by far the funniest, at least given who I am now. I sometimes think of ways I could still make use of the stuff, including:

1) Flagging down cars and asking for directions for the nearest production of Rent.
2) Starting/joining a band as a nouveau Jim Morrison and come onstage totally wasted, yelling obscenities and pretentious poetry.
3) Throwing everything together in the most ridiculous fashion possible and cosplay as a Noruma-inspired character.

Actually, the vinyl pants have come in handy--they offered traction on the makeshift staircase I made when my cat could no longer jump on my bed.

One of my friends in middle school was intensely infatuated with Bryan White for a while. (If you're too young to know the name, he was a country-pop singer whose popularity was partly responsible for the genre's deeply shameful pretty boy teeny-bopper phase in the 1990s.) I'm sure she's disavowed that time in her life--I'm aware she started following anime and j-pop for a while with equal ridiculousness--but because that's when I knew her, she's forever the Bryan White obsesso to me.

What are some of the things you used to do or like that you've now outgrown?

I hereby decree that no one is allowed to reminisce about their wasted youth until the age of 30.

Good day NPF.

I'm 26, dude.

How many people in NPF are in their 30s? Anyway, I don't care, if it was 10 or more years, I think I'm allowed.

I used to argue vigorously about the Monty Hall problem, convincing many poor souls that you really had a 1/2 chance of winning when switching, until I actually tried it myself.

Ah, how young and stupid I was. . .I think it was 2008. :)

heh, I'm not actually allowed to make public decrees here by the way, you're just making me feel old.

Wait, teenagers were wearing vinyl pants when I was a kid? Man I'd think I'd remember something that ridiculous. All I remember about late 90s fashion was everything being really baggy.

Well, I was. Baggy pants were still in for a while, but we did have Hot Topic then.

EDIT: Speaking of mall-related foibles, this is strikingly close to something else I did, except I didn't set them on fire, I just never wore them out again.

I haven't changed much since I was about 13 or so. I'm still the same cynical, sarcastic bastard I ever was, which is actually kinda depressing.

I doubt it'll be different by the time I get to 30.

I didn't have a youth, I sprung into being fully formed and fully perfect

No, I'm pretty sure you're not me.

Sorry.

I used to go around with a bullet necklace, along with various rings (only ever one at a time, mind you), plus my chain wallet and an open button-up shirt over a white tee. Actually, the open shirt made running really fast fun, which was good, because I had to do a lot of that in high school due to a ridiculous schedule every year that always seemed to land me at least across the same building and on a different level. I almost ran up a wall once trying to turn a corner and get to class. :sweatdrop

Sadly, my white tees are all old and not really suitable anymore and my bullet degraded down to the base metal in one spot from a bit of damage it got at one point, so I don't wear them anymore. Occasionally, I put a ring on, but they conflict with my new gloves, so probably not again until the snow melts. And I button my shirts now.

Still have my chain wallet, though. I know it's not in fashion anymore, but it holds my money and doesn't get lost, so eh.

I didn't have any concept of fashion before the age of about 15.

After which point I became fabulous.

...Didn't you spend a good chunk of time studying philosophy?

I didn't have a chain wallet, though my brother did. I did, however, have a collection of flannels and black shirts/jeans, because it was 1996.

See, I had a concept of fashion, it was just a really stupid concept, and it took me a few tries until I got it right at about 18.

Fixed That For You.
 

FTFY.

He's not. He's a manifestation of one of my facets. Like you.

So I guess in that sense he is. Sort of.

I had a concept of fashion, which actually was very predictive of what everyone else started wearing a couple years later, only involving less flannel and less black.

I was kind of like an anti-goth, but not in any way that was patently preppy. It was actually pretty cool, because it allowed me to pull friends from literally every social clique.

I don't know what the hell you people did to spring out like that, but I came out of the gate nekkid, bloody, and screaming.

I remember that I almost never actively participated in group things. I'd be the quiet kid who sorta hung around all quiet-like. I wish I could slap myself through time.

All rumours of my past activites are either A)Lies spread by the imperialists to humanise a living god or B) ripples in space-time caused by the Big Bang like nature of my birth- we are not sure.

I sort of acquired a goth label when I started wearing leather, though it wasn't what I was after and I lacked most of the traits assorted with it (dyed black hair, make-up, melodrama, etc). I could see where it came from, but I didn't think much of goths because I saw my depressive streak as something to overcome rather than embrace. My stupidity was centered less around angsty poetry and more around not realizing what showing up to school in a leather miniskirt says to people. I learned quickly. :sweatdrop

In fashion styles I pioneered the trim cut jacket before disavowing all clothing and grooming to become closer to social harmony. My younger self, such a poser.

You can do that? I usually just get arrested.

I once fell asleep on a couch in the waiting room of a japanese brothel. I was subsequently awakened by some guy who I assume was a low level yakuza enforcer, after which I used the bathroom without asking, left and promptly threw up on their entrance mat.

Is that the kind of youthful foolishness we're after here, or did you want to hear about my experiments with salmon and mauve in oxford shirts?

Also, one more reference to leather or public nudity in this thread and I'm going to have to slap an NC-17 label on it.

It's not like I'm not already committing every other crime there is. I have an alphabetical list that I'm working down. I'm up to gross negligence.
It does help to be remarkably handsome.

Don't do that, man! There are Australians around! Do you want the Australian government to refuse NPF classification?


Also, shit, man, how did you come out of that one alive?

No, that counts, it's just that I've yet to have that kind of foible. Okay, well, I can tell you that much like alcohol and baking, alcohol and metal darts do not mix, although that one wasn't me.

EDIT: And now you've spoiled the punchline.

in this case NC-17 means Nobody Cares unless you're 17

And then only the wrong people care.

On that road, alcohol and the local hangout of the triad where people had been recentely murdered in the carpark for singing in the wrong language also don't mix.

I once kicked this dude in the face just because he was really tall and I wanted to see if I could do it.

(also he was not cool.)

I am still young, but I have no flaws. My fashion is impeccable (I have a different suit for every day of the month), I have a beautiful voice, and I'm Token. Sorry you're all subhumans though. It'd make me cry, but I'm too perfect for tear ducts. :J

You just used the Blues smiley.

I'm just going to let you dwell on that for a bit.

I have no idea what you're talking about. Clearly Blues uses the TOKEN smiley.
 

Les'see

As a young-young'un I rocked a rattail
Shortly After moving to Savannah, My Great Grandpa Cut that shit off, was'nt fucking happening.

Got kinda chubby in late-elementary school, then burned that off. After Pops died (Snif) the lost potential of my rat tail spread to my whole head and the rest is history.

My fashion has always been defined as "Poor as hell" so that's how I dressed.

Personality wise? well, my family's crazy, three generations of mofos who had no business giving birth, so I got a lot of crazy, Emotional Crazy, Religious Crazy, Racial crazy, relationship crazy.

When I hit my teens, I went into a "Overly Blackalicious teen" phase wherein I jumped on anything African or Black or whatever, which was cool as I'd had touches of it growing up, but even more during that period, so It helped me develop my knowledge of such things, but being bi-racial, it also sort of magnified some of THOSE issues, so It was mostly a "Affirming of Blacknesss" which is'nt healthy.

Read more, grew up, mellowed a bit, became more multi-cultural and bigger picture in my ideas.

Began questioning my crazy- Cult-ass religous denomination about sixteen, spent a lot of time jumping through philosophical hoops to justify it before just saying "Fuck it" and feeling a whole lot happier.

OOoh boy, I think the best thing I could have done for my younger self is introduce me to several books and songs and ideas Waaaaaay earlier.

Nothing particularly stupid comes to mind. Though I'm 17, so I've had less time to do interesting, but rather idiotic things. Then again, perhaps Token is right and there's a positive correlation between awesomeness and youth.

:J

Yeeeeaaah!

Jesus Christ it's an Epidemic!

Suits are made from dead African children. I'm pretty sure murder is a flaw.

Only if you get caught.

At least I'm cutting down the crime rate.

Exactly! Would you prefer if he DID get caught, huh? Think of all the people who'd lose faith in humanity. For that matter, think of the suits!

Now if you will excuse me, I have to see my local butcher, I mean taylor. I have 365.25 suits on order.

I'm spreading! XD

Your legs? :p

Oh Dear God, THE NIGHTMARES!!!

You know you love it.

SONIC BOOM!
 

I've already said it, so from now on, I'm just going to link to stuff like this.

I really don't get how my extension of your joke is really a "whoosh?"

More of an affirmation, really.

Besides that, I'm not entirely sure you guys know what I actually use that combination for. It's the closest I can get to typing a wry smile. If everyone's been mistaking it for smugness, well, I have to say it explains a lot.

So at best, people are stealing my wry sense of humor, and at worst, they're misinformed copycats. Imitation is still the highest form of flattery, though. :p



Edit: May as well say this, but if text doesn't do it, I'll just have to make an emote. http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b3...milies/wry.gif

Wow. At first I was going to make a remark on how I'm pretty sure I'm still as retarded as I've always been. But after reading this thread I am now convinced that it's actually all of you who are as retarded as I've ever been, am and will be.

Jesus christ, it's as douchey as I've always imagined it! KILLITKILLITKILLIT!

Fixed that for you.

See, I preemptively "whooshed" Him, 'cause we all knew it was coming.

Apparently our reluctance to grow up stems from an advantageous behavioral pattern we have that other animals don't.
That said I do admit that I was once a very immature and self-centered person way back when I first started posting on this forum. Obviously I've changed since then. For example, I'm stopped drawing unfunny comics with stick figures.

http://i46.tinypic.com/zoexdx.pngI can attest to that. Though, he could do with having more real friends instead of hanging on to his make-believe ones...

It's almost like people are starting to get it! :p

Man, if you hadn't "whooshed" me, I wouldn't have had a reason to keep typing.

Why don't you just woosh yourself?

I don't know whether or not you're figuring the fact that you blow yourself in your calculations.

So what if it IS your dick? It's still in your mouth.

Because I'm apparently the only one who understands my train of logic. Of course, if anyone else knew how my brain worked, they'd probably ascend.

I, however, am weighed down by my propensity to soak my shoes in my own saliva, and thus never manage to get off the ground before repeating the process.

I dress like Edward freakin' Cullen and I don't care cause I look damn good doing it.

I'll probably look back on this time with shame.

It's more fun than regular masturbation. In fact, it's flawless. Absolutely flawless.

So, does this mean that all the threads in General Discussion degenerate into a flurry of dick jokes one way or another?
http://i46.tinypic.com/zoexdx.pngAlso, AUGH, this is more sickening than I could ever have nightmares about. Seriously, how does this NOT repulse you guys as well? Do you even listen to what you're saying?

To answer your questions in order,
Yes.
I dunno.
No.
Also, penis.

Boy, You're inability to know what the heck youre talking about is your reason to keep typing.

I am still retardo.. out on the bends with department, one of younger memebers borrows my hat and my tie then she goes home without returning them, such a good hat! Fuck

-When I was in high school, I wore my hair with two little braids on the side like Legolas.

-I had a crush on Orlando Bloom, if the above didn't make that obvious.

-Actual conversation between me and my sister: "Hey look. Is that a bees' nest?" "I dunno. Let's kick it and see."

-My favorite toys as a kid were a set of Yellow Submarine action figures. I had John and George, and my sister had Paul and Ringo. We played with them for years, they were probably collector's items not intended for children, and we completely trashed them. George's head eventually fell off.

-My other favorite toys included Tea Bunnies, which were little plastic rabbits in fancy oufits who fit into teacups, and Fisher-Price Pirates. We had like three different pirate ships, four complete crews, a skull-shaped island, and a castle.

The aforementioned bunnies and pirates often got into elaborate turf wars. The bunnies always won, despite being wildly outnumbered. The teacups they fit into became hovercrafts.

-Okay, so that one's not so much retarded as it is quirky-awesome. I regret nothing where my childhood games are concerned.

I wish you would draw more unfunny comic with stick figures. They were a refreshing relief from my unparalleled genius. I ♥ you.

As for me, I'm surprised that no one has mentioned playing DBZ in the backyard. My K.O. Punch from those days is almost a viable technique. Seriously, the momentum from missing my friend who cuts down trees for a living now carried me a couple yards. Sadly, none of my drinking buddies will fight me, no matter how much I bring up how cool Goku is. Oh, and since elementary school I would draw comics based on stuff I liked, like this KaBlam based comic about two ghosts hosting a variety show or one about some manner of Pokémafia lead by a Jigglypuff. Good thing I grew out of that, huh?

The nostalgia hit me so hard. I wish they still showed that shit . :(

Worse is when you do this for all your favorite characters from anything.

I was Zero nine times out of ten. My friends were usually Link or Geno.

I am worse, BTW.

I'm glad someone appreciates the genius of my childhood games.


We didn't act out any particular tv show or movie ourselves, although we did act them out with Barbies and Playmobil figures and such.

As far as acting out fights, we staged swordfights all the time. We had a pair of those molded-plastic hollow swords that claim to be "safe and soft." (LIES) We'd duel until someone got hurt and started crying and ran to tell Mom, at which point Mom would take our swords away.

Then we discovered that there was an unlimited supply of wooden stakes in the garden shed, and that they were sword-shaped and within easy reach. Ah, good times. Good times.



And one summer we cut a refrigerator box in half and made pirate ships out of them. We loaded them with water balloons and hurled them at each other for hours. I have no idea how the cardboard boxes survived that, but we had those things for months.


I miss that show too. Action League NOW was my favorite segment. Sometimes you can find episodes on YouTube.

Oh man, the middle school box I found is a treasure trove of everything that was both awful and awesome about my younger days.

"Tales of the Sailor Scouts, Chapter One: The Truth about O.J."

I fail to see where the awful comes in.

I fucking miss Freakazoid.

And Invader Zim.

And Animaniacs.

Damn, when did this become a nostalgia thread?

I apologize.

I remember, back in my high school days, walking around town for the entire day. It wasn't a big town and very little happened there, but my brother, myself, and some of our friends would walk around it, usually with skateboards and Mt. Dew. I relate this because of a had-to-be-there funny incident of a friend from school walking with us one day, constantly getting tired and asking for breaks. Apparently, most people can't walk around for seven or eight hours at a time. We gave him so much shit for it.

Also, I still walk every where, even though it's alone. Luckily, the city is much more interesting to walk through, so it balances out.

This thread is BUILT on nostalgia, silly question.
Anyway, the Ultimate testament To my changes in personality just happened on my facebook page.

Friend of mine posted asking what happened to the awkward,(apparently) adorable me of 4-something years ago.
Newer friend lol'd

Man, I ALWAYS go back to my middle school/high school days looking back at my ideas and art. Like, yeah, I used to actually draw a lot, and I wasn't absolutely terrible at it. Not great, but I can still look back at my facial animation without heaving, even though I generally avoided drawing full eyes. Lots of closed-eye shots and people with no pupils or irises, but that just led me to create interesting reasons they looked that way, which in turn have turned into characters in my current writing because they were just that interesting.

Never throw out your old ideas. You never know when you might look back on one and realize that it could be totally awesome if done better.

It's more like one part nostalgia, one part "dear god why," but yeah.

I started saving stuff when I was about 12; most of it I've never really used, but it's fun to look at. My HS writing teacher once remarked that he deleted an entire 80-page document and I thought he was crazy. I got the point of it--if it's not working, sometimes it's better to start over--but I would have just, like, started a new file. I'd never just the delete the thing, if only to have proof of where I've been.

Ah yes, I remember when I was in Grade 4 I used to scribble comics with stick figures on the back of a test when I was finished with it; they were mostly about violent snowball fights and/or wars involving crude, overelaborate weaponry. Yeah. No punchlines or any sort of humor beyond violence and explosions.

This was before I discovered 8-Bit Theater. Then all of a sudden I wanted to imitate Brian Clevinger's style of humor.
I failed at it of course.

http://i46.tinypic.com/zoexdx.png...Well. That explains quite a bit about you.