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In all seriousness. I've always had compulsions to collect something. I had a massive baseball card collection at one time. Comic books, I think I had every important Spider Man issue from 1980 to 2000 at one point. I've done Star Wars toys, I've done various other toy lines. Heck even had a little stint with pewter and vintage lunch boxes.
I gave it all up about ten years ago. I drove to my local flea market and sold just about everything. Ebay for the valuable stuff but for more common items I just decided, hey, I don't need this stuff, I'm gonna be okay without it, house will have less clutter, I won't have to explain to my little girl why she can't open R2D2 up... I'll just sell the whole lot and stop collecting junk, and I took at bath on it all at the flea market a few weeks in a row, made a bunch of kids really happy. I just let it all go, and in a strange way, it was therapy, I no longer had that urge to collect stuff. It cured me.
FUNKO!!! I don't know why but I have this delightful compulsion again. Every time I walk into a store that carries them I have to root through the shelves and look for the little gem. It's like I'm a kid again and it's a very familiar feeling, like opening a pack of baseball cards, or finally finding the issue where Ned Leeds is revealed as the Hobgoblin... The thrill of the hunt, I LOVE COLLECTING POP! I may need help... a twelve step program or something. But until then, SEND ME POPs!!
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"Nearly Forgot my Broken Heart" is my favorite song released in the last few years. Chris Cornell had this thing I liked. You see, anyone that practices hard enough can hit the right notes, sing in key, have good pitch, diction and such, even if your range is limited, you can still learn to sing in a pocket somewhere (Little known fact, I was my high school class vocalist)... But you see, feeling is the stuff you can't fake, you can't learn, you can't teach. To me that is the art, it isn't about pitch or range, it's about conveyance of emotion through your voice. That's what separates a good singer from a great vocal artist. Chris Cornell sings this and conveys emotion in a way that you absolutely 100% know as a listener that he is suffering inside this cycle of repetitive heartbreak. I heard it the first time on my local Rock radio (WIYY Baltimore) and it stopped me cold, I had to immediately find the song to play it back again, as soon as I got home I had to repeat this song. It spoke to me, it made me feel a little less lonely. It was an incredible gift. You can't learn that, you can't fake it, you either have it or you don't and Chris Cornell had it big time. Shame he is gone.
I have enough experience playing Overwatch to say that the average six person team is two quiet guys/gals, three actively chatting positive guys/gals, and one blowhard asshat.... Every team seems to have one. It takes the other five to reel them in. It isn't acceptable to pick on Hanzo mains if you play with me. Hell, if someone does, I'll go Mercy intentionally just to support the snot out of the player the flaming asshat is picking on... Don't get mad, get even. Want some heals or a tank to walk you in?? Don't be a dick. Most of the community is pretty cool, but that 15% or so.... ughhhhh.
One was so awful to me one day, I had a bad round, I apologized openly to the team before anyone said anything, "sorry guys, just didn't get into rhythm on that one" as soon as I said it this guy got on the mic to tell me how worthless I was and how I should off myself and such.... I could have ignored it and hit report but I said, "Hey bro, my neighbor killed himself not too long ago and my wife is sitting on the couch a few feet away after getting cancer cut out of her. I depend on this game to keep a little sanity, so you are not helping"... He disconnected and we lost but the other people on the server applauded me for standing up to him. Suicide jokes, never okay, my kid is 13, she plays online games, if I ever catch her telling someone to kill themselves I'll sell her Playstation and put it in her college fund. If she does not know better already, she will learn. We need to straighten these kids out a bit as reasonable grown ass gamers. It's good for them.
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