“Once, back in elementary school, I went to a local barber shop with my friends, and we talked with the lady there. At some point she ended up crying, and told us as she wiped her tears, “Sometimes I get really excited talking about things I like, so I get weepy…” Hearing this, I thought “I totally understand,” and that’s my oldest memory of having sympathy for a stranger. The lady was talking about Golgo 13, incidentally.”

— Hachi (via vgperson)

(Source: twitter.com, via vgperson)

8:29 am  •  13 October 2012  •  84 notes