Self-worth seems to come and go. There are days I’m on top of the world, feeling like everything is fitting into place, and my efforts are moving me miles toward my goals. Then some days… no matter what I try, it seems like I’m stuck in place. When those days happen for me, or when I notice it in others, I say, “let’s have a cup” of coffee or tea to sort it all out.
I used to consider other people’s opinions of me when considering my self worth. If the group liked me, then I liked me. If a group had a problem with me, then I needed to address that along with nine unrelated problems. On the surface, that should be easy to identify as false, yet we all do it. If there’s one thing I can stress in the realm of self-confidence, it’s this:
Trust in yourself!
Whether or not you’re weighed down by material possessions may depend on your perception of their usefulness as tools. I find value in tools that I haven’t used in four months, like Dr. Mindbender here, or even four years. Others may find hindrance with those older tools. Let’s explore the material perceptions of the main characters of “The Story,” since Trishna (left) grew up in a decently comfortable middle-class family and John starkly did not.
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (backstory, general worldbuilding, and something sexy)
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Vendors at Renton City Retro told me about Seattle’s hidden collecting secret for the last twenty-two* years: Lake City Toy Show. Unlike the more mainstream retro show that had videogames, action figures, and other fun activities, this was where you’d find anything more obscure. Cool for serious collectors. How about for everyone else? If you were in the area for the car show, or happened through town in the early afternoon, was there anything worthwhile?
We typically base ourselves on one main variable. It’s easier to say, “I’m a X,” where X is a professional, recreational, or familial role you play because it’s cumbersome to say, “Z, O, M, B, I, E, P, A, PE, and R equals me!” We’ll forget about those variables when stress hits us. It’s like putting all your eggs in one “identity basket.” When that basket or one variable falters, everything crashes. Don’t let it!
The first Renton City Retro happened this weekend in the greater Seattle area. It’s a flea market that specialized in videogame and toy collectibles featuring convention staples like artist booths, free-to-play arcade cabinets, raffles, and competitions. Events like this, including larger conventions in Washington, Oregon, and Texas that have broader content, can easily appeal to collectors and hobbyists. How about for others that may only be casually interested in any of these subjects?
There’s this idea that once we grow up we should put away our childhood. Why? Who’s to say that those of us that once enjoyed MOTU, TMNT, G.I. Joe, and X-Men toys cannot continue to enjoy them? How about going further to create, recreate, or critique action figures? Let’s explore this idea further in future posts, perhaps in reviews hinted at with this preview photo? Until then, here’s our subjective review structure.
I realized two things since my last update on The Story. I need to be writing as much as I possibly can and I don’t have a formal sell for “what it’s all about.” Maybe it’s a massive oversight that I only just started to dig into “the why” of why it’s an important story to tell. There are so many stories out there. So what? Why bother throwing effort into this idea, rather than say try to build my career or live comfortably?
While many other shops in Seattle, and the thirty plus miles making up the greater Seattle area, either have more unique or exclusive inventories, including venerable Amazing Heroes, eccentric Boba Khan, comprehensive Pink Gorilla, or competitive Another Castle, newcomer Retro Game and Toy Exchange in the Seattle suburb of Renton has some cool stuff. Here’s what I recently bought from them:
In order to live a fulfilling life, you should dare yourself to make decisive decisions based on your own desires, rather than the desires of others. I could have surfed to a networking event that I didn’t really want to attend. The event could have helped me practice flattery to climb the professional ladder or I could have mined for new contacts. I figured I would mutate more value from venerable action figure and comic book store Amazing Heroes, and while I don’t know how that path would have turned out, I don’t regret my choice.