Greentext
This is a place to share greentexts and witness the confounding life of Anon. If you're new to the Greentext community, think of it as a sort of zoo with Anon as the main attraction.
Be warned:
- Anon is often crazy.
- Anon is often depressed.
- Anon frequently shares thoughts that are immature, offensive, or incomprehensible.
If you find yourself getting angry (or god forbid, agreeing) with something Anon has said, you might be doing it wrong.
Can it bee?
Dear god it them
The myth, the legend, the plate
Did your girlfriend come to her senses, and realize how great those plates are?
Obv its because he chose the plates and not the girlfriend
If you are somewhat tight for cash or shopping for another person some conflict stemming from this is completely reasonable.
Then again I find it weird to give someone money and then say "Buy some plates" without any further details or supervision. Of course anon could have, yknow, asked if the plates are okay before ordering
A greentext story is like a dream. You're following the narrative, while simultaneously thinking that this makes no sense and how did things get here.
Dang, sounds like those plates are perfectly age appropriate for your gf
Make a terrible person leave you alone in this one easy step
She didn't communicate her needs well enough.
Honestly, the Bee plates showing up is more her fault than his.
Lack of communication is one thing, losing your shit like this because of it is another. ...but that's two things now, so...
Are you kidding me?! There isn't a single person I know who wouldn't at least appreciate those plates enough to chuckle! Those are awesome plates, I'd use those plates even for formal events, the only people who'd be upset by them are stuck-up assholes!
and teenagers insisting they're no longer kids. (same fight as "kids table" stuff. To be honest, when I became an adult, the kids table was always more fun anyhow. Dinosaurs are way more interesting topics of conversation than adult-stuff.)
100% same. I'm the built-in babysitter for family events. Why would I want to hear my aunt ask for the 500th time why I'm not married, when my nephews and nieces are playing out a story where Bluey and Sonic the Hedgehog team up to fight crime? Screw boring grown-up talk, I want the imaginative adventure.
I 100% believe the moment we try to pretend we aren't children anymore is the moment we deny a huge chunk of what makes us human.
Not to mention a HUGE mistake logistically speaking, because it also means that we wouldn't be working with the actual data. We don't lose who we've been, it constantly gets incorporated into who we're becoming. Those kids we used to be are still there, alive and well (and probably sobbing in a corner for a friggin' crumb of honest, carefree enjoyment of, like, anything!) and all we do is to try to bury them deeper and deeper, until we can't hear those sobs anymore. But those sobs just get worse, until they... stop. After a loong, long time, they stop - killed where nobody else could hear it.
And if all of that sounds insane, it's because it is. That's my point.
Not drag's inner child. Drag's inner child is so wild and free that other adults have to pick up the slack of repressing drag. It doesn't work. No matter how many times they say dragons don't exist, drag still gets to go home and play with a dragon.
Drag recently had a family gathering and spent a lot of time debating biblical theology with drag's adult relatives. Drag's baby cousin assured us that we're all extremely boring.
All drag can say in response to that is that the Torah says Elohim can take away a promise if it's used as an excuse to sin, so Israel has no right to exist.