Okay, so millennials are attacked for the whole “everyone gets a trophy” kind of thing, but if you open up any given college textbook on psychology or any other scientific field, the first chapter is literally devoted to giving out ‘participation trophies’ to at least a dozen ancient philosophers and scientists even though the next sentence states that their ideas about something were wrong.
tomorrow I’m playing softball (for the first time ever) for my friend’s 33rd birthday. Needless to say, I hit up the second hand sports store in town and bought a glove, jersey, and some incredible shitty sport sunglasses. All that’s left is watching Homer at the Bat on loop until game time.
In which I take one of my favorite parts of the entire DLC and turn it into a shitpost hahahahaha. Because if there’s any day of FFXV Week that I participate in, it has to be the day dedicated to my sweet winter boy!!!!
A traveler that passed through here not long ago told everyone he met that there’s some kind of plant paradise to the west where food is abundant. All the people foolish enough to listen to him and head out that way never came back.