The R.O.U.S. is Awesome
From now on I’ll be carrying a huge plushie rat with me (well, actually, it’s a R.O.U.S given to me in very touching circumstances (well, kind of)).
Why? Why not! But just for the record, here are some more elaborate reasons:
- It makes people laugh. Me and my rat caused quite a number of laughs and enjoyable random talks with enjoyable random people in hallways in the one week of beta-testing. If there is a cheap way to generate laughter, it would be a shame not to use it.
- Message: Judge by the important stuff. By walking around with a huge plushie rat, I am declaring that I can afford to be considered weird, because I wish to be judged by things other than looking weird. If people can understand this, they will judge who I am, not what I look like. If they can’t, it’s not my problem.
- It changes who I present myself as, thereby changing who I feel like, too. I just can’t look all gloomy with a huge plushie rat in my arms, really. The image of a sad, angry, serious emo-kid that I sometimes assume when I feel I’ve failed just doesn’t go with that (probably the Universe would explode in an epic burst of laughter or something). As follows from (1), I carry the rat to bring about laughter, and I’d better stay consistent while roaming around with that.