[quote]I'm a Bear and a member of the Furry fandom.[/quote] I’m gonna stop you right there, bear.

How do you know how a bear thinks and speaks and all that Jazz?

If you are crazy, I will answer, because I might use you for my amusement. I am a Dragon, but most definitely not a member of the Furry fandom, because I find that embarrassing. I know you might not believe e, but if you would like to get to know me, nows your chance. Your reply to benhoward's question in another thread: [quote]To begin I'd like to clarify: I don't [i]feel[/i] like a bear, I [i]am[/i] a bear. In all but certain physical traits that are inconsequential, my spirit, mind, instincts, and psychology are that of a bear. To be frank, using this site and playing Destiny 2 are the few things I still do that one could call "human". [/quote] This is nonsense. I don’t just feel like a Dragon, I actually am a Dragon. Both physically and metaphysically. To be honest, I dabble in the internet because I literally am the only intelligent creature lurking around in the hollows deep under the Earth’s surface and there are no worthy opponents equal or above my caliber in this entire star system and I need something to keep myself entertained with. That you are a human but believe yourself to be otherwise is foolish and as a creature as or more intelligent than humans, quite embarrassing. [quote]But to answer your question: when and why did I discover my Bearhood? Two things. An encounter in the woods, and an intellectual discovery. Intellectually, I've never understood societies norms and rules it tries to force on my life. Why should humans have manners, wear clothes, or go to work and make money just to loose it, get up and repeat the cycle till the day they die? Why not be yourself? But I didn't know what that self was. Who was I apart from the inevitable strictures of human society? Then one day, in my grandfather's acreage I learned the answer. I'd just been accepted into Harvard law school. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer. That's not what I wanted. I told them that, and they said I could either be a lawyer, and their son, or a bum, and a nobody. Enraged, I ran out into the woods. I hated humanity and everything about it in that moment. I asked myself: what is the least human thing I could do? Then and there, in that moment? I tore off my clothes and rolled in the mud. It was more like throwing a temper tantrum in the mud, I was screaming and yelling, beating my fists futilely against any object I could find. When I finally quited down, I became aware of deep breathing just behind me. I felt a shiver in my spine, and turned around. A black bear was there, staring at me not more than 5ft away. I thought I was a dead man. I just sat there stock still in the mud, on my knees. Then it licked it's chops, turned, and sauntered away. It was some months later till I knew concretely that I was a bear, but it was that moment in the mud that I knew who (and what) I was. I had become as non human as possible in that moment. My parents would have yelled at me, probably taken me to a psychologist. The bear? Acceptance. I was just another creature. One with nature, bound by no rules except those which have stood since the beginning of time...[/quote] You completely and utterly misinterpreted the bear’s intentions. You want to know why that bear passed you up? Because it new better than to engage with nonsense.

Did your parents drop you when you were a baby?

Is your refrigerator running? [spoiler]gr8 b8 m8[/spoiler] [spoiler]baited[/spoiler]

If you tried a little bit less hard, I bet people would be more accepting.