Jacktheawesome wrote:Bryan, I must say it's hard to take anything you say seriously with that avatar.
Sigh,
It's been a long ongoing internal struggle that all started with one spur of the moment decision.
As you all have probably noticed (hopefully noticed

), I was off the forums for about a month due to just starting a full time job and not having internet at my temporary living place. So I managed to visit the forums eventually and I realized "Hey someone stole korban's avatar!". In a spur of the moment decision I hopped on that bandwagon and stole it as well without even understanding why it was stolen in the first place
without even saving my old one. Then I realized I'm associating with the wrong crowd. ... It's hard to explain the feeling, but I'll try to explain it with another true story. (This is getting a bit "double tangenty" or even "triple tangenty" but fuck it, if you read this far, let's face it, there is about a 95% chance you're gonna read the rest even if I start to talk about how delightfully colorful parrots are ... speaking of which ...
No, I'm not going there, don't get your hope up. I don't want to talk about parrots right at this particular moment, ask me later after you have bought me a proper dinner and I'm in the mood.)
When I was in high school I had a clique I sat with during lunch and one day I found that the table was full. So no problem I'll go sit elsewhere. I see my backup choice table is also full, so I think, "that's no big deal I'll just go sit with the girls" on a whim. The moment I sat down, I realized I had made a horrible mistake. Every girl there just stared at me like "What the fuck are you doing here pervert?"
This is how I felt a few hours after blindly leaping onto the "Steal korban's avatar" bandwagon. Except, understandably, much less intense.
but what can you do? Just get up and leave? That would only draw more attention to the situation? Right?
Wrong.
So just as I kept sitting at the lunchroom table with the girls enduring their condescending looks and putting on my best poker face as if this is normal, I kept korban's avatar envisioning the same thing happening with you guys.
Eventually in my lunchroom story I started a conversation along the lines of:
Me: "I'm sorry, this is insanely awkward isn't it?"
Girl: "
Yes, yes it is.
What the fuck are you doing here?"
Me: "I ... I don't know ... When I decided to sit here It never dawned on me that general gender of a table was an important factor when choosing where to sit in a lunchroom, but it's pretty damn obvious now that I'm sitting here ... I think it's best that I leave now."
That's how the conversation went in my head. In reality it was probably more like this:
Girl:
"Go the fuck away pervert!"
Me: "
Ok."
And with that I left to a bunch of laughing girls and sat with the sparsely populated drug abuser/hackey sack table.
(Interestingly enough, I realize I now have a "lunchroom phobia" when I go to lunch at work ... I'm too new and don't know where to sit. I end up eating in my sad little cubicle, go back to my apartment, or go out to eat.)
Unlike the lunchroom scenario, when I chose to abandon korban's avatar, I decided strategically
not to draw light to the situation.
...
Also I just now realized that this feeling could have all been summed up with:
When I went to look for my old fallback avatar, It was no longer there.
So I wandered, through the depths of folders of images on my hard drive trying to search for something that would even come close to replacing my old bearded opossum.
After going through a total of five images, I came across this one and was like "Fuck it, close enough".
Tl;Dr: I didn't save my old one.