Well, you will hear how proud a Gob is about themselves and who they are. We do help train others in this art because everyone needs stupid huge amounts of self love. But gobs have more tricks into it than humans. Humans say, “just love yourself.” But most humans dumb-dumb. They think it is that easy. But it isn’t. See, The first step to self love is less hate. This starts by a simple, “maybe I’m not as bad as I seem.” Then it slowly becomes self tolerance. Where there is still dislike but you can tolerate yourself. Then comes self acceptance. Where you understand that like everyone, you deserve to be cared about and for and you aren’t as bad as you think. Then slowly and surely, after a few more steps, it becomes self love. The thing is, goblins don’t always like themselves. Maybe having bad day, maybe mess up. But Gobs bolster about how awesome they are because it brings them back to the feeling about how awesome they are. Sometimes taking intense pride is the only way to slow/stop/reverse the shame, depression and/or anxiety a Gob feels. And that’s okay. It’s a process. Start small, dream big!
We’re keeping track of the numbers here at shiftythrifting
If you’re like me and you woke up this morning wondering which monster fucker shirt was in the lead, it’s robots. Robot kissers took the lead over orc kissers this morning. Bigfoot is currently the least kissed but was the last one added so I don’t fault him for it.
I know you all have been chomping at the bit for a new goblin story! And here it is! This one takes place in a library updating it’s computer system.
Female Reader x Male Monster
Usually, I work answering phones all day and repairing computers and the like from the comfort of my own office. I’ve seen it and heard it all, I’ve dealt with the irate to the innocently naive. I’ve fixed mouses that kids have tried to feed and computers with so many viruses I’d rather set fire to them. Anyways, that had been my job and for the most part I enjoyed it. I was able to keep to myself and could talk down even the most heated of clients.
A couple of weeks ago I was asked to take on a special assignment at the local library. New computers had been donated and were needing to be set up as well as help get the system within the library updated and to watch over while things get settled. I hadn’t been to the library since I was a kid, so you can trust my shock when I saw the same computers from then still active in the computer hall.
The head librarian was a surly looking sort. He was a goblin with glasses that he set at the tip of his nose. He would walk by the computer hall while I was working, tilt down his glasses, look at me, and walk on by. I didn’t mind getting checked up on, but there was something about this librarian that set my teeth on edge.
His name was Stoilk, not sure if it was his first or last name it was just what he gave me. I didn’t like talking to him, he always seemed short with me. Well, he was short with me. I was always pretty tall, but even more so around him. Standing straight Stoilk came up just about to the bottom of my bosom. Anyways, he didn’t seem to like me, at all.
One day after getting all the computers set up in the hall and getting all the wires organized, neat, and out of the way, I went up to his desk.