ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m 37, and when Mr. Chat and I were looking for a new house, I decided I wanted a game room. I am big-time into role-playing games (Dungeons & Dragons, Pathfinder, Numenera, Cypher System, etc.) and I wanted a dedicated, full-time game room. Not a guest room with bookshelves, not a folding table I brought out when it was time to game, not even a dedicated closet.
I wanted a whole. damn. room.
When we eventually found a place, I took one look at the semi-finished basement room with built-in shelves on both ends and declared, “MINE!”
I now have floor-to-ceiling bookshelves for ALL of my gaming books, a full wardrobe of props and dice, a whole buffet of maps and gaming tiles, two full-length buffet tables for actual gaming, another old oak table decked out to be my “tavern” table, a wall of printing cases to hold my painted miniatures, an “altar” with magical-looking tomes and glowing rock lamps, gaming maps on the walls, a coat of arms, more shelves of special props for “magic items”, and two full shelves of goblets and steins right outside the room.
I call it the Magic Tavern. 😀
This is part of my office. And I’m 39. There’s more fanart than this on the walls.
