...what the hell did I miss?
I started writing out a nice, long response to everything that's been posted in the past hour, but I'm dead exhausted, nobody on here knows me from Adam, I've had a remarkably bad day, and a drop of coffee hasn't graced my lips once in the past 24 hours, so I decided to erase all that and stick to bullet points like a college professor with a hangover:
- You know what I do sometimes? Like, when I'm having a bad day or can't sleep? I'll watch that "Everyone Is Here" announcement again, usually with reactions (and I
never watch reaction videos). Those videos, those reactions immediately make me feel all warm inside because, hot damn, those are some extraordinarily happy reactions. Like, raw, unfiltered, electrifying glee. I
genuinely recommend this as a form of emotional therapy for some of you guys.
- I'd love to know the average age group of the people posting on this thread. Because some of the more mature comments I've read recently have been something along the lines of "Dude, chill, I know we all love Smash here, but at the end of the day it's just a game", which are followed up by passionate and long-winded rants about how
Smash is more than just a game and how dare you day that, and I think the people who are making that kind of argument need to sincerely look in the mirror and ask what their personality traits are
outside of Smash speculation. Because, and I say this with as much friendliness as a random moron on the internet possibly can, you're impossibly wrong. Smash may be an important game, but it's still just a video game.
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@Lesley Black Velvet I don't know you or what you've said or done to cause a couple pages worth of discourse about yourself, but I do want to offer some tough love that I truly hope will help. First thing: You've
gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself, and you
cannot place all of your faith in getting sympathy from strangers on the internet.
Again, I don't know you, I don't know what you're going through, I don't know your age or how you cognitively process things, but there's a very simple answer to the sheepish confusion in your responses on here:
log off. No, I'm serious,
stop speculating Smash DLC. Because right now, it's not fun. It's not comforting, or exciting, or pleasant in any way to you. It's stressful, it's depressing, it's riddling you with anxiety. It's, at the very least, frustrating you. So take a step back, realize that you don't need it, that it's grown into an unhealthy addiction that's only making you feel worse.
I've been there. Hell, I've had to log off of this site for an entire month because I was being so negatively effected by the overwhelming negativity I kept reading. I realized, "Oh wow, this is making me miserable to read" and forced myself to stop. It won't be easy, and you know that, but I promise you'll feel better if you cut the negativity from your life and focus on yourself. Not what
others think of you, but how you think of yourself. Work on your communication, your empathy, your ability to debate and communicate and even argue with a stronger sense of maturity
outside of the Smash speculation setting. Come back to us a better version of yourself, a person who can speculate without making herself or others feel miserable. If you
really want to change, then that's the person you should want to be.
We can offer you ideas, suggestions, advice, and encouragement, but at the end of the day, our opinion of you means less than nothing. What matters is your opinion of yourself.
I'll be "celebrating" the 10 year anniversary of my diagnosis of "persistent depressive disorder" in a few months. It's been an absolutely terrible decade for me, and I'll spare you all the sh*tty details. But if there's one thing I learned, it's that misery will latch onto you as long as you feed it. Ending it all has been on my mind more times than I can count during this time of my life. It's always been teetering right on that edge of tempting.
But I also learned that, in order to survive those thoughts and those disgusting temptations of death, you need to find one thing to latch onto to pull you through. One thing, no matter how small, no matter how
stupid. I was 99.9999% prepared to give in near the end of this summer, had notes written and everything, but you know the one small, stupid thing that prevented me from doing it? "My brother and I have been waiting for Banjo and f*cking Kazooie to get into Smash since we were nine, and I will
not take that away from either of us."
So yeah, Smash is important. The roster is important. Some of you may say that "You just don't get it, this game means more to me than it does to you!"
Trust me. I get it. But trust me, it's never the
most important. Figure yourselves out, do what makes you happy and step far away from the sh*t that makes you miserable. And if Smash speculation is making you miserable, than ask yourself...why the hell am I doing it?
I did not stick to my PowerPoint bullets. I think my Adderall finally kicked in halfway there ha. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write an imromptu thesis paper and then finally go the hell to sleep. I'm fully expecting a truckload of sarcastic or threatening responses to this rant tomorrow morning, but I hope someone got
something positive out of it.