I don't normally come to this board but /b/ was of no help to me. I apologize if this is considered off-topic.
A few weeks ago, in a moment of intimacy, I introduced my girlfriend to Ball Friend.
Ball Friend is a water balloon that brings me much joy and delight, an all-around wonderful companion. However, my girlfriend thought it was weird. First she laughed, then when she saw I was serious she told me it was weird.
A few months before this, I had a different Ball Friend who was resting in the bathtub when my girlfriend popped it by accident.
I was incredibly distraught but she thought I was just messing around.
Every time I mention Ball Friend now she gets weirded out. She says it's not normal, that it's "just a balloon wrapped in a towel," and that I sound like a creep whenever I talk about Ball Friend.
How do I get her to understand that it isn't weird and that having Ball Friend is good for me?
I think she would enjoy the company of Ball Friend if she just got over herself about it.
I would like to iterate that Ball Friend is /NOT/ for any sort of sick, sexual pleasure. It's just for /platonic/ comfort.
My girlfriend is actually terrified of pregnancy. That's okay, though. I mean, we both like our pets. And adoption is okay too.
I just don't want the commitment yet.
With something like Ball Friend, there is no commitment. No taking care of it. Nothing at all except piece of mind.
She told me, and I quote, "you sound like a murderer, harvesting your victims' bladders and curing them and using them as stuffed animals."
I'm not crazy or anything, and I don't even have violent thoughts, so I don't know why she would think that.
assuming this isn't just b8
what did you do with the popped ball friend? save it? throw it out?
did you move on to the next one that easily?
when you talk with ball friend, do you give it time to reply/process your words, or does it just listen (like a stuffed animal)?
It's like seeing a naked man in public.
He's not doing any harm, and is kind of funny.
But someone that acts crazy like that, you don't know what else they'll do.
I hope sempai notices my dubs
With the popped one, at first I was just kind of in shock. I didn't expect her to pop it. I took the remains of it and, unfortunately, threw it out. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done had she not have been with me at the time. I wanted to at least seem reasonable in front of her.
It was a few weeks before I made a new Ball Friend, and no, at first it felt weird, forced almost. But I got used to it.
I don't really talk out loud with it, but more of a mental sort of thing. Like, I know it obviously can't process words or anything, but if I'm upset or even happy about something, I sort of channel my thoughts to it, in a way.
It's like a diary that I don't write in, if that makes sense.
i do the exact same thing with a stuffed gorilla that i got when i was in kindergarten. sometimes i have sort of parties with other objects that i think with sometimes, and i imagine me doing all sorts of fun stuff with them.
jesus fuck i am autistic
It's just nice. I don't know what it is about it. Something you can share your emotions with and feel like someone is with you.
It's the only thing that doesn't make me feel like I'm being judged.
It's happened before.
When I have to make a new one, it doesn't quite replace the old one.
I know I said I don't give them personalities, but I do make a differentiation between all past and future Ball Friends.
When one pops, the next one doesn't completely replace the last. I register it as being it's own thing, while also being Ball Friend.
oh no, there's actual discussion going on. what a tragedy
here's your image, retard
is your current ball friend the same color as the previous one?
how old was the previous one when it was popped?
do you buy the balloons individually, in packages, or get them through other means?
>is your current ball friend the same color as the previous one?
>how old was the previous one when it was popped?
Sadly, it was only a few days old. My current Ball Friend is about three and a half months old now.
>do you buy the balloons individually, in packages, or get them through other means?
I have a large bag of balloons that I had gotten a long time ago for different reasons. I started using them for Ball Friends around a year ago I think.
i messed up
well ive already committed
if your not trolling then this is actually pretty cool
if your gf doesnt like it she can just go fuck herself, there's no reason for you to change and give stuff up if you dont want to and its not hurting you. If she cant deal with that then tell her to fuck off
I don't need Ball Friend when she's around, however she and I don't live together at the moment. She's in the process of moving in now, and I don't know if I'll continue to need Ball Friend after everything settles down.
I think I still will, just for the comfort of having at least one thing in my life that I don't feel judged by.
Please, be a normal autist and play video games to fill that whole in your heart left by the deep emotional scarring you expericenced during your larval stage.
I recommend this: http://www.slimerancher.com
It's not that she doesn't like it, she just doesn't understand it.
Which I get, I mean, everyone has at least one weird quirk.
Granted, I know this is probably weird to her. She's a normalfag, I mean, literally. Blonde, has lots of friends, aspiring makeup artist.
Whereas I'm sort of a loser in a spiraling pit of depression and obsessive compulsive disorder.
We've been together almost four years, though, surely she must know that I'm nowhere near normie tier.
>sorta look like ballfriend
That's why i recommend it. It's in alpha, so more features will be coming soon.
Ballfriend would be infinitely more alive than he is now.
Here's a link to a crack: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lpJFFp5Rof0
I recommend you trial it with the crack before you buy if you want to support the devs.
Just "it". Not like an inanimate object sort of "it", but like the way gods are "it". Still a being, just without gender.
And no, I'm not implying I believe Ball Friend is god or anything.
Get a dry erase marker and clear scotch tape. Apply scotch tape to ball friend, draw eyes and mouth on ball friend. If you want him to have a different expression, wipe the dry erase marker ink off with a paper towel. Post picks.
I didn't have any clear tape, this is all I could find.
I actually prefer it not having a face, or any discernible features for that matter. I don't know why, I guess it just looks more "there for you," like that one cat picture of the cat that looks like he just understands.
Wouldn't be nearly as bad if you'd stop calling it fucking ball friend, it makes you sound like a sociopath that carries a backpack full of severed cat heads where he goes. Be an adult and call it your emotional therapy device, or therapy ball. That would've softened the blow 200% when telling your gf, instead of being a fucking weirdo about it with "Hi hello girlfriend yes meet Ball Friend."
Makes it sound as though you believe it's a living thing. Make sure to clarify that there's a disconnect and you understand it's a device, not a creature.
I like that. "Emotional Therapy Device."
That actually sounds way more professional and less sociopathic.
Granted, I'm still going to refer to it as "Ball Friend" in my head, but I'll definitely be using "Emotional Therapy Device" in conversation.
Boy, I tell you hwhat; have you been with ball friend longer or your girl longer? If she don't got enough love in her heart for both you and ball friend, then she don't got enough for you anon.
HOLY SHIT YOU GET IT. I've had the same little Lego guy for as long as I can reasonably recall, and he's one of my closest friends. He's not an actual person, so he's not what most people would call a friend, but those people can go fuck themselves. His name is Mr Abe Tophatman. Abe has been through just about everything with me. Whenever I'm nervous, I just sorta hold him and think with him. Kinda like having a conversation, but I don't need to bother converting ideas to English. Abe sits in my pocket any time I'm starting something new. I know he's not real, and that makes better. I'll take a picture if there is interest.
Typing this out I realize how autistic it sounds.
Thanks Pepe Hank.
I've actually been with her longer, although I've had other types of "ball friends" that predate our relationship.
Several years ago, before I switched to balloons, I had Glove Friend. (Yes, I literally called it Glove Friend. I don't know why I add the "friend" part, it just sounds less threatening. Or did.)
Glove Friend served the same purpose as Ball Friend.
So, although our relationship has been around longer than the actual physical Ball Friend, the /idea/ of Ball Friend has been something I've used for several years.
Oh my god. You understand.
I couldn't put it in words really, but you explained it perfectly.
>kinda like having a conversation
>dont need to bother converting ideas to english
>know hes not real, makes it better
This is how I feel with Ball Friend. Just a physical object that makes me feel better when I'm having a lot of emotions that I can't explain to other human beings.
This is fucking retarded but i like it
I don't think I've ever had one?
I don't know for sure, my memory is shit. But I know sometimes if I'm not home and start feeling stressed I might daydream about it, like a reminder of home.
>if I'm not home and start feeling stressed I might daydream about it, like a reminder of home.
How would one go about forming a friendship and life long companionship with an inanimate object? I'm not hating, just curious. I used to have one of those "My Buddy" dolls.
How do you deal with the limited lifespan of Ball Friend? A water balloon can't last that long, and even under perfect conditions the rubber would degrade over time. It seems like having a Ball Friend would be a bittersweet experience, which is hardly comfy. That could just be that I'm autistic and hate change, though.
On a lighter note, I cracked up at this:
I guess it could be whatever's comforting to you.
Whether it's something from your childhood, or something you make that just feels right.
It sounds stupid, but you just kind of feel better when it's around.
th-this is my friend...
he is a rabbit but his name is Bear
When I think, or when I am just sitting around, I stick my fingers inside the holes and play with his stuffing. After 20+ years this has resulted in alot of ratty, grey, twisted up stuffing. You can see that I have replaced it with some new stuffing a few years ago.
If this is bait, it's high quality. Thank you for sharing with us, OP.
Here's how you properly make faces for inanimate objects. Do the adventure time method. No noses or eyebrows. Space the eyes farther apart and make them bigger.
I also hate change. And it is unnerving sometimes. But I think what makes it better for me is that I can /always/ have Ball Friend.
It's just a balloon, water, and a towel.
I guess that's what comforts me. Even though I see each one as an individual thing, the concept is always the same. It's just an object that I can relay jumbled up emotions and thoughts to.
Having OCD, a lot of the time I have no idea what emotion I'm feeling, and it makes it damn hard to answer the question "what's wrong?" when people inevitably ask.
I guess with Ball Friend, it's a way for me to feel like I'm getting rid of the thoughts or emotions I'm feeling.
Surprisingly enough, it's not bait.
Originally I came expecting to be made fun of, but I'm actually really happy that you guys understand, and even have similar experiences.
It's really great when you find out you aren't so weird after all.
If your chick refuses to accept it, you really should make a deal out of this because it's a respect issue. I would never dream of seriously mocking a girl for her favorite stuffed animal or telling her it was creepy, it's a comfort thing.
How on earth to managed to get a gf when you're borderline emotionally dependent on a water balloon is beyond me, but she sounds like a manipulative selfish cunt from the little I've read. Don't give in to this if it's really a comfort thing for you.
I had a ball girlfriend once, we used to always go to the park. One day she just ran off with some nigger. I saw them by the basketball courts and he didn't even care about her. He was passing her around to all his friends to see if they wanted to try and score with her. Broke my fucking heart. I was so angry I left, but later I heard one of them eventually shot her. I still miss her, pic related, rip in peace Nikke.
I just realized why I feel the way I do about the potential for losing Ball Friend. I had a similar Friend when I was a kid, a bean bag stegosaurus named Rainbow. It looked like pic related but I remember it being more colorful. I carried him everywhere and would sit him near me when I would do things. I lost him when I was 7 or 8 and it was heartbreaking, and I've had anxiety about losing objects I love ever since. Good to know you aren't bothered by having to make a new Ball Friend, though.
I tried, looks more like a...sad frog...
I guess that really embodies the whole concept.
Bro I hate to say this but I think you might have to choose between your gf and Ball Friend. And really, I think we all know how that choice is going to have to go: bros before hoes.
Here's how he looks with the stuffing out, you can see some of the older stuffing.
My fav thing is to play with the backs of his eyes...
>that time when I was 7 and his head fell off
oh GOD JESUS NO
I have a rabbit too, his name's Brownie. He lives at my parents house because if anything happened to him I'd be sad for a long time and probably never forgive whoever did it.
I've always had a strong attachment to stuffed animals.
>So what exactly caused you to make one in the first place?
Not sure. When I was young, my mother was a nurse. She always had latex gloves lying around. I filled one with water one day and was oddly comforted by it.
>How many of these have you been through?
No idea. I've been doing it for years. Sometimes I might go months without one, though.
>How many people know you do this?
I won't just bring it up in conversation with people. The only reason I told my girlfriend was because she asked me what it was.
A few people know, some family members. They don't think anything weird of it, though they don't think anything at all of it, really.
When I moved away from home I left Bear at my parents' house too. Over the years I have increased my ability to lose things without feeling upset, but this one would be pretty depressing to lose.
Here is a pic of him like 6 years ago before I sewed his head back in place and refilled his stuffing. the other rabbit is what he used to look like.
I don't understand.
Why of all things, a balloon?
If you're going to get attached tn an inanimate object, why not a stuffed animal of some sort?
Your girlfriend would probably find that endearing.
I'm so sorry to hear that.
I have a few things from my childhood that I can't imagine ever losing. (A blanket my grandmother gave to me the day I was born, that's the big one.)
Honestly I don't know what I would do if it ever came up missing.
So I understand why you'd be fearful of losing things still to this day.
I'm not OP but I used to fill up water balloons as a kid and I would play with them like they were little animals or babies.
I really get what you mean OP, they really do seem like living things. I forgot I used to do that and now thanks to this thread I might make some.
I understand that feeling you get from ball friend, but I have to ask, why a water ballon and not some sort of toy you've had as a child? And do you talk to it and think of it kinda like how tom hanks thought of Wilson in "Cast Away"?
I can understand playing with them, sure.
I'd do that as a kid too.
But using one as an emotional support?
I'm genuinely not trying to be rude here. I just can't follow the thought process here.
I think what >25739410 said has a lot to do with it.
I have stuffed animals and trinkets that I could find comfort in, but the fact that I could so easily lose it or it be destroyed somehow would be devastating.
Relying on something that is irreplaceable just wouldn't give me any comfort, I'd be too scared of the "what ifs".
A balloon is just a balloon, there's nothing special about this one, and at any time I can just make another. The fact that it's the same comfort object, easily recreate-able again and again, it's reliable.
If it wasn't for OP having a normal boring girlfriend and being normal by association, OP would probably be a rad dude to hang out with.
>used to have a tiny pillow a cousin has made for me when I was a baby
>would sleep with it all the time as a young kid
>lost it or gave it away with my legions of other stuffed animals sometime throughout moving probably in my tween years
I don't have anything anymore that would be on the status of a Ball Friend. However, I do have a tiny stuffed bear that a friend sent me for my birthday around three years ago that I have always kept on either my computer desk or a small chester drawer beside my desk. I don't speak to it nor does it have a name but he constantly sits there and exists.
Ball friend sounds nice. I used to do something kind of similar:
I always used put a lego arm that fell off of a lego man into my pants pocket. Every time I would reach into my pocked to get something I would feel it and it would make me smile.
Sadly, lego arm thing was lost in the washer a year or so ago :(
Hm, I think I understand now.
Doesn't the fact that it IS so replaceable upsetting?
That you could just pop it pretty easily?
Presumably you aren't taking Balloon Friend wherever you go, so if you got attached to say a teddy bear it's not like it could ever get lost really.
This is actually a nice thread. I think it's good that we can still have real discussion on this board.
Anyways, I have something similar OP. I've never excelled at social convention nor have I have never been able to integrate into normiehood due to my inability to read social cues and appear normal. It's always been hard for me to communicate and express feelings so I always kept this shoe box with an egg I hollowed out and filled with cement as a kid.
It's been about 15 years and it's still sitting in my closet, It's just a dumb little knick knack I somehow formed an emotional attachment to. I do the same as you, I like to sometimes channel my emotions and thoughts into it, as an attempt to kind of express my feelings to an entity that wouldn't judge or ridicule me as a person might. It's nice knowing there's a way for me to get things off my chest, it's very comforting knowing that it's always there for me no matter what.
Well...To me it's easy. I'm the one with the torn up rabbit so it really makes sense in my mind.
>think it is cute/nice/fun
>enjoy having it around
>when you're sad, seeing it or interacting with it makes you feel a little better
...I mean...it's obvious right? Playing with it triggers good feels, so in the future simply having it around should cause your brain to feel good upon seeing or thinking about it. In that way it gradually becomes a "friend" because it's something you can turn to, that you have some memories with, that will make you feel less alone.
This is just interesting because I've never seen it used in a context like this.
Like in Castaway he got attached to a ball because he had no forms of communication with other humans so that was natural.
There are also people who will get attached to certain objects from childhood because it represents someone who's died/a lost sense of innocence/etc.
But this is something entirely different.
I'm not upset by it. Sure, when it pops it's kind of sad, but knowing I can always have one, that will always serve the same function, makes it better.
With a teddy bear, there's just the one.
Especially toys from your childhood and whatnot.
And yeah, I don't take it with me, but I get a sort of paranoia about losing things, even things I just leave at home. I worry about them getting thrown out by accident or something like that.
Knowing that, in life, no matter where I am or what I'm going through, I can just create my comfort object, that it's is the same one I've had my whole life, it's nice.
>had a rubber handball friend named Roger when I was seven
>would take him everywhere with me, snugly nestled in my pocket
>tfw some schoolyard proto-Chads stole him from me and threw him onto the roof of the school
Gone but not forgotten
;_; I'll come back for you someday, Rog
Well, it's kind of still like Castaway. Even though I can interact and talk with people around me, I'm still stranded on an island by myself with an ocean between me and them, when it comes to being able to express myself. Sometimes. So it's nice to have a Wilson with me.
>channel my emotions and thoughts into it
>entity that doesn't judge or ridicule
>comforting to know it's always there
Thank you, anon. It's really incredible to find that other people know how I feel and what I mean.
I had no idea that anyone would be able to perfectly put into words what I was trying to explain.
I KNOW THAT FEELING. I FUCKING KNOW THAT FEELING.
A few years back I bought a plastic bear thing full of air. He was squishy and wobbly and always cool to the touch. I loved fondling him at night, it was relaxing. But I popped a hole in him and then there was no more bear.
Well, before this thread I was kind of at a loss for how to explain it to her. So I probably ended up sounding pretty insane.
Now it's so much easier for me to relay to her the concept of it, and even have other people to cite for doing similar things.
I've got a couple of things that I've had pretty much since I was a baby that I can't bring myself to get rid of, they mean too much to me
>blankie, my worn, ratty baby blanket
>still makes me feel safe, brings back good memories of being young
>some ceramic statue of a bunny playing baseball
>Venusaur action figure with working razor leaf, makes me think of the Christmas I got him
It is like Castaway in a sense.
Like you said, anon, I'm still stranded on an island by myself even though I'm surrounded by people.
I have the option of interacting with others, and I do, however, there are a lot of jumbled up thoughts that I can't translate into any sort of language, and it's frustrating for me.
Those feelings and thoughts just keep building up, and I have no way to let them go.
Ball Friend is that release, something that just absorbs all those thoughts and emotions.
And the only reason Ball Friend isn't a toy or childhood stuffed animal is because I'd be obsessed with making sure it wasn't lost or broken.
With Ball Friend, I can /always/ make another one no matter what. So I will never lose my one means of communicating all the thoughts that I otherwise wouldn't be able to.
W-would you think any less of me for using what are essentially 'ball friend(s)' to make myself fake boobs and bellies?
I understand the comfort of water filled balloons, but only in a sexual way. I'm male, before people ask.
After I cum I feel very little to no attachment to my balloon friends.
I would like to be a bellygf.
Would never go through with anything obviously, but having big boobs and/or a belly feels amazing when it weighs that much.
I do feel a lot of relief taking them off though. Literally do not understand how someone like Chelsea Charms can have gigantic boobs and still walk around. I'm fairly fit and they kill my back, even with a bra.
I still have my childhood stuffed animals at my place for the same reason. Stuff has a way of getting ruined when left at my parents' place, I'd be so upset to find my doggies trashed.
After reading the whole thread, I like Ball Friend. But I just talk, joke, argue with myself in my head a lot. Is nice to know that the repeat of me in my head is there for me. Anyways I like this thread is nice thread.
Don't feel weird op here is my balloon bro
His/her name is sprinkles
It is bi-curious
It identifies as it
And its triggers are small balloons
Say hi r9k
I exert my emotions on a imaginary friend that I call Figment, so I kinda get how you feel op. Only I have to put my body in a relaxed state to visit their room.
Reading what I just typed makes me feel insane. Jesus.
This thread is really neat OP, Im glad you have something to share your feelings with.
I cant think of a ballfriend myself, I have a lot of stuffed animals from my childhood but none have ever stayed that close to me. I have had my cat for 17 years (since I was 2) so she has been around as long as I can remember and I guess is my version of ballfriend.
good luck with your girlfriend anon.
I have my Ball Friend too
Nice to see some people like me here
I don't project any sort of consciousness onto Ball Friend. Apart from my own comfort from having it around, I know it is still just a water balloon.
Though if Ball Friend were sentient, I think the two of them would get along pretty well.
THIS GUY HAS A GF
THE GUY WITH A WATER BALOON FOR A FRIEND HAS A GF
In retrospect, Ball Friend is the perfect companion. He will never leave you, will always listen, and, being an extension of yourself, will always feel the way you feel. Godspeed, OP. And godspeed, Ball Friend
>even with a bra
kek i can just imagine someone walking in on you when you're doing that
This is my friend.
His name is Tee, had him since I was 5 months old.
I rubbed his fin, resulting in it becoming "atrophied"
One time I lost him at a baseball game but my dad knew the janitor dude and I got him back for Christmas.
He is a watchful companion.
Since we're all sharing, this is Crocadillio, I found him in a wall that I was tearing down (I had a summer job as a construction worker, the company I worked for specialized in property renovation). I found him when I was 16. He's been with me through high school, college, joblessness and partial homelessness, and recovery into someone who almost passes for normal now (place of my own, car, paying off debt. Inb4 NORMIE GET OUT REEEEE). It's been 11 years. He's been a damn good friend.
And yet here the thread sits, before your very eyes. Do you yet deny it's existence? In a few days, it will be archived, and for most people, gone forever. Besides which, it's a conversation thread about object based self soothing on a subspace mining aficionado forum, that you're posting anonymously in. Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist? Does it exist?
I understand OP, when I was younger I always felt compelled to keep some kind of inanimate object in my pocket at all times
I guess I grew out of it but it's ok that you didn't since you seem to be well-adjusted otherwise
this is weird even for /r9k/, do you play with BF ,talk to it?
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This ball is my only friend anon. We go on lsd trips together
hey OP, i had a very similiar exprience and after many visit to a therapist i kinda figured it out... its a copping tool for anxiety!!
some people use dolls, other toys, some just coins or banana... same shit.. but its a way to create a visual que and help with anxiety
This is one of the most original opening posts I've seen on /r9k/ in a long time. 98% of /r9k/ threads today are :
>tfw small penis
>tfw no gf
>girls can't be robots, why are they on /r9k/
>NEET pride/"wagecuck" threads
>cuck meme threads
Everyone telling OP to "go back to reddit" are literally people who've been browsing 4chan for 1-2 years, top, and are shitposting le reddit meme in an attempt to fit in with the crowd. This thread is the best thing to happen to this board so far in 2016. If you don't think so, you haven't been here long enough to grow tired of what /r9k/ has become.
Made this FOR YOUUUU, starting out with flash and a tablet