Describe yourself in 1 comic page.
Since you took mine I'll post the next best one
Was gonna post that one. This comic is at least extremely accurate to my attempts to get a license.
well what about the pictures for sad children guy
did he kill himself or did he just try to erase his webcomic from existence?
/co/ you told me that some webcomic guy killed himself
Hey you took mine
This is the best I got I guess
First I'm depressed I have no money.
Then I buy a comic book to make myself feel better.
Then I realize I have no money.
Ned is the whole package for me.
Need a laugh? Ned's got you covered.
In the mood for something cute? Gotcha.
Has your favorite webcomic been inundated political bullshit? Have a strip that pokes innocently at the very concept!
Want an unexpected sublime moment? Sure, we'll gift-wrap it with a joke at the end.
Need the occasional feel? Of course.
All of it is presented in an art style that is well executed enough to be pleasing to the eye and simple enough to be aesthetically charming. There's no pretentiousness. Nedroid is simply built to be fun in the most universal way possible.
How many bros out there have actual friendships exactly like this?
Yeah, I had to stop reading it because the author would just several pages of comics once a month. By that time, I had half-forgotten what was going on in the first place. But the one-offs are good and easy to digest.
>After dicking about figure out what I need to do.
>4am by the time I'm half way done.
>Know if I stay up longer I'll wake up late and my day will be wasted ad infinitum.
>But if I go to sleep I won't get enough done so I don't have to stay up the next day or do anything in general.
>Can't keep this up with college coming up.
>Do it again anyway
It's this shit.
Why couldn't our planet take 48 hours to rotate? Who the fuck decided 24 was ideal?
Where we can talk about anything, and make fun of each other since you're close? My girlfriends like that, she's also my best friend, I guess.
I haven't really read much of this comic yet, it looks great.
I did have a job before but got fired cuz of some misunderstanding so i get unemployment checks but I'm starting to hate being a leech and not doing anything all day
I couldn't find one so I drew two versions of them.
I do, it's horrible, we love each other more than we will ever love a lady.
It's like something inherently important changed in my life.
I didn't even care that much about Garfield ten minutes ago, and now I feel like my life is a lie.
What happened to him? When and why did he become..well, Garfield.
Garfield is jus an illusion.
Only Realfield is real.
the sad children guy deleted his site after his kickstarter book tantrum and posting giant screaming rants about capitalist society and being paid to live and his landlord can't kick him out for not paying money 4 reals
presumably nature has taken it's course and if he isn't dead he's at least on drugs
on the other hand people are insanely stupid and it wouldn't surprise me if he's still getting handouts are directly ripping people off
I can describe it pretty well with just one panel.
I can really be either person in this instance.
In my defense I was very drunk and needed a new bag
Ignore the girl actually being interested in the guy though.
Not exactly. As long as everyone acknowledges that religion is an entirely subjective social construct, it's fine. The problems start when people see their way as the "one true way".
> Drink a big pot of dark coffee.
> Go to sleep.
I know that feel.
>that time I missed the high five with my crush and slapped her in the face
>that time I was convinced by a store owner that t-shirt + vest combo with slicked back hair was the way to go to win the ladies and it resulted in a Parisian night suit moment at school
>that time a girl touched my nose and I sneezed at that very moment into her hand
>that time the qt at work called me attractive and I just freaked out and basically ran away
Too many moments. Can only an hero once.
It's a metaphor for the insignificance of the common man.
Nah, I'm just pullin' your leg. We're all bugs here.
I don't need a whole page. Just this panel.
So much Nedroid already, but I have to post this one.
>Someone randomly tells me I have nice shoes.
>Can't tell if sincere or not.
>Buy new shoes anyway.
Do you know how weeaboos happen
This is how weeaboos happen
You think it won't happen to you, but it will, love wraps easily around a man's heart, not like a fickle woman
Well... This is concerning.
>find out about ASMR
>it's girls whispering in binaural microphones so your brain fucks up and you feel an almost touch like feeling
>has 100ks of views
>never get into it
>no idea what the fuss is about, never felt anything
>watch it almost dayly because it helps me fall asleep
Dude those are actually hilarious and not in a sad way, but omg haha that was awesome way. Like put-into-a-movie way. I fucking shat myself on the first day of a new school IN 6TH FUCKING GRADE and learned to live with it and laugh about it.
This thread is relentless feels.
not as bad as mine
>I had a nose bleed in winter due to the dry air >plugged it up and was like "that'll be fine" >could feel that it wasn't clotting
>go back to class and group work with this 8/10 with an unreal ass for a high schooler
>she's wearing a white shirt and yoga pants
>need to sneeze
>turn away and cover
>SHE ROLLS HER CHAIR BACK AT EXACT MOMENT OF SNEEZE
>she's covered in tiny droplets of blood and spittle
>her friends made comments about how intense her period was for the rest of the day
never been more embarrassed about a situation in my life.I
Please guys, /co/ is like, 45% ants, and about 13% spiders, we've been over this.
Mine. We even tend to give the same retarded responses to 100% comments.
Kicked out of a party? Damn. There was a time I used to be a buzzkill but I was never kicked out.
>being a trap
This normalfags are so shitty
Buddy, I don't think you understood the point I'm tying to make. I didn't people don't deserve happiness, I meant that saying people should somehow be deserving of being happy is ridiculous. Happiness happens or doesn't, it's not something you can directly control in yourself, and even less in others.
See, here's the thing. It's not you having those specific thoughts. It's the diseased part of your brain that has somehow convinced itself that self-destruction is a viable strategy.
You need a doctor, stat. Your mind has depression.
>casual acquaintances start talking about what porn they like
>you're a waste of life
Life is inherently wasteless.
>you will never amount to anything
Bullshit, you're already a walking, talking factory of energy and ideas who can, has and does spread them to the world.
>anything you want to do can be done so much better by anyone else
1) Bullshit. Just as there are people out there better than you at a certain skill, there are also people worse than you at it.
2) So fucking what? The main reason we're a social species is because doing stuff together is better than being the best at something. Who cares if you're super talented or not?
>you might as well die. it's not like living any longer will get more people to remember you
Again, bullshit. Mathematical bullshit, even. The longer you live, the more people will remember you.
What"s with this obsession for being super special and remembered, anyway? I've seen it in loads of people. I feel this is a societal problem, where the media has taught us that to be worthwhile, you somehow have to be a goddamned superhuman or something.
Fuck that shit. You're you, flaws and all. And so is everybody else. Everyone's unique, sure. But specialness is so goddamned rare and elusive, why even fucking bother? Live your life for yourself, not for other people and their admiration/worship/whatever.
I don't like talking to doctors. Every time I do I just sort of go into autopilot and say whatever I think will end the conversation the fastest. I went to a psychologist for years and never said anything except that I was fine.
Then force yourself to tell the psychiatrist (notice how I say psychiatrist, not psychologist) this, verbatim: "My brain keeps coming up with suicide scenarios and contemplates them as solutions." Then go from there, without ever taking the easy way out.
I'll be honest: it's gonna suck. It's basically like if a bone was malformed. You're gonna have to break a part of your brain, shape it in a better way, and go through extensive reeducation. It'll hurt, it'll be long, you'll have relapses that'll make you feel like you're back to step one.
But I can guaran-fuckin'-tee you, you will succeed.
Sure, if that's your mindset. I'm a shitty artist, but that's not gonna stop me from trying to get better. The harder I work, the better I'll get. And I'm not gonna throw it all away because a voice in the back of my head tells me it's pointless.
Hah, no. This is the exact reasoning that sparked my years-long depression. Potential =/= Actual, by a fucking long shot. Just because you could, doesn't mean you automatically can. Being good at something requires effort and time, both of which are limited resources. You wanna be a good writer? Shit out tons of pages each day. You wanna be a good illustrator? Shit out tons of drawings each day. You wanna be a good musician? You get the idea.
That person thought it enough to make a fucking comic about it. Fuck that short-sighted mindset. Sure, you're shit now, but if you continue pumping out shit while knowing what makes it shit, you'll make it marginally less shit each time. Stack it enough, and people will like your not-shitty shit.
This is from the same artist, six years ago.
Diminishing returns is a helluva thing.
i cant even pick the right nedroid one because of how many good ones there are
it makes me feel not so alone sometimes
You know what? You're right. It was obnoxious of me to assume that people can control their feelings to such a point that they can automatically submit to reason. Lord knows I can't. I apologize for being condescending and obnoxious in the presentation of my beliefs.
Most of my shame from my teenage years comes from looking back at all the missed chances that I can't believe teenage me was so fucking stupid to have missed.
>girl and I have to do some shit in drama class, we have to be boyfriend/girlfriend. Afterwards she told me how we should "try it for real" and I just thought she was joking.
>girl asks me when we are gonna get together and get to know each other. I assume she meant as friends and just said "lol I dunno"
>girl used to basically be up in my shit all the time, once even sat on my lap and started squirming until I got a boner and she told me how good it felt.
>girl used to always ask me to skip with her but I was a faggot and always said "lolnah mah grades", during class she'd sit across from me and flash me her underwear (she wore a lot of skirts)
>girl signed my year book senior year declaring how attractive she always thought I was and how she only started talking to me because she thought I was cute, gave me her number, and admitted having a crush on me for years.
I so badly wish I was joking, but teenage me was a fucking asshole. That guy was a fucking shit who I wish I could slap across the face a million times.
The sad thing I still do this shit. I am doomed to a life of being a fucking animu MC.
There was a solid year where I would go to bed at like 11 and maybe fall asleep at 3am after several hours of staring at the ceiling lamenting over the eternal nothingness that is death.
I got over it rather recently when someone posted some dumb SMBC comic talking about how life is just a stream of consciousness and that by the time you wake up in the morning you're already another person with your memories and the old you is already a nonexistent nothing.
So now I just try to stay up as long as possible on the fear that falling asleep is basically damning myself to death and I'd never know it come the morning.
I'm thinking about honestly getting medication for these episodes. Sometimes I just start crying when I'm alone because I'm so afraid.
I wish my town would bring back the Wendy's.
All that's left is a shitty Mcdonalds that is full of Bengali women who literally do not speak english and have never gotten my order right once and a Checker's that (while staffed by sassy black women who get my shit right) people get mugged at a lot.
Heh, I actually lived through a house fire two weeks ago where some fuck set the mattress in the next room aflame, and I had to fight it with a hose, but this made me laugh. Thank you.
I'm the guy who would try to start that conversation. Do people hate me? I'd just rather talk about current events around the world because nothing is going on in my life.
>How's this for size: the you of a nanosecond ago is already dead.
Oh no I've been there before too, I just haven't really accepted it because I have to function in some way during my day.
I have one friend who will talk with me about anything and we often draw on current events for conversation starters but it seems most people aren't really interested. More often it seems they want to talk about their jobs and/or schooling and those are two topics I hate discussing.
>What"s with this obsession for being super special and remembered, anyway?
It's not about being super special it's just about how irrational my mind is whenever I'm alone as well as my insecurities that are mixed in. I wish to be happy, but I'm the only person who stops myself from doing so.
In general though a lot of people wants to be a special snowflake because it is the media, but the problem with those people are that they've never learned want they really wanted in life or because they never had enough attention growing up. Their problem is they don't know how to be happy because the world has told them that if you're not famous or rich then you ain't shit. I'm not happy because I'm stopping myself from being happy.
That pistol in the last panel. Got me so hard.
No, see, you're not happy because you're pursuing happiness for its own sake. That's like falling in love for the rush of falling in love, not because you actually appreciate the other person: it's bound to fail.
Just do what you need to do, then do what you like to do. Happiness will come in time.
I might have used the wrong thing. I'm just using happiness as a vague thing like following your dreams or doing some thing you think is cool.
I'm not pursuing happiness for happiness sake. I'm pursing a dream because it is something I've always wanted to do.
What about when you never find something you like to do? How does one reach happiness when the life they live is just a process of going through the motions in an attempt to keep up the appearance of having goals and aspirations for the future?
When did I ever say having goals and aspirations for the future was the way to go?
Sometimes people like the small stuff. Making car models, collecting postcards, dicking around on the net... It's all good. If you still feel your life is incomplete, do some good old fashioned introspection, possibly with the help of a shrink. It's their job to help you sort out your mind.
In a sense. I'm probably a broken record at this point, but seriously: shrinks are cool. They're there to talk about you with you, and only you. Go see one if you feel you're holding yourself back.
>tfw I don't have the same problems as 90% of this thread
I have this friend who, due to some weird shit I sometimes say will not believe any real science fact I tell her. It's pretty funny actually and I never tell her if I was joking or not.
>2 different people 2 different nights say I look like I've lost weight and that my shirt is nice.
>I haven't changed eating habits and thought I'd actually put on weight
>The shirt is two years old
>WERE THEY BEING SERIOUS
>OR WAS EVERYONE LAUGHING AT ME
>OH GOD WHAT DO I DO
I used to be constantly haunted by those thoughts and it lead to me being horribly depressed for a few months back in my preteen days, but nowadays whenever my mind broaches the subject I just frantically start thinking about anything else until the feeling of panic subsides. I recall one specific time that I turned on some Adventure Time to drown it out, which was more comforting than most other things that I'd tried.
I also recall one anon on /co/ saying something along the lines of "everyone has had these thoughts since forever and they've all managed to power through them, it's just a matter of maturity" which is kind of bullshit but it honestly helps to give me a goal to work towards as far as not letting these kinds of things bother me. Having that kind of depression looming over you at all times but not directly affecting you also helps to put everything else into perspective so that smaller things don't cause you to panic. I try to be optimistic about it, you know?