I'm putting some serious thought into putting aside the big dragon, and all that comes with it. The life of a furry is not as thrilling an idea that I once held it to be. There was a point that I believed I found a place where I belong and that others would be accepting of the ideas I had. However, it's rather clear to me now that being a furry is not much more than watching artists and getting looked at funny when others are informed of your interests. I just don't know anymore..