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so i don't post too often on the trading post but these past few weeks have been pretty rough for me all things considered. i won't explain everything but i can say that i lost my grandfather last week and that was kind of a bit of a tipping point which definitely wasn't what i needed, especially right before finals.
that being said, my parents apparently found this furby on top of his fridge who was in desperate need of repair and just love in general, and so i ended up scooping the little guy up and have already had some.. interesting experiences. the fur was this matted combination of greasy and dusty, the eyes wouldn't open, the batteries inside corroded and his voice was just this one loud tone that wouldn't stop so i uh, very quickly got to learn how to fix that, also learning a lot about what the inside of a furby looks like (horrifying, but i also had a five nights at freddy's phase in middle school so like..whatever), and also doing mechanical stuff for restorations for the first time! so far, it's been surprisingly easy to figure out how to do, or better yet just a lot quicker than any restoration i've ever done considering my partner had the appropriate tools for the job and the patience to listen to my rambling
the good news anyway is that he is now a fully functioning furby again, and dare i say it, absolutely precious i'm probably gonna take out the batteries for my own sanity so i can sleep tonight, but i think it's just.. so reassuring that i was able to get this guy fixed up (and only have one more thing to do-- get him more eyelashes!!). like... if there's one thing i think i've learned from collecting old ponies among other things, it's that these guys have stories but also deserve a second chance. and even though being able to fix a furby isn't gonna fix any mental health problem of mine or my adhd or bring my grandparents back, it's at least a reminder that my value isn't intrinsically tied to whether or not i can accomplish the same things my peers can. sometimes things can be too much, this past week it's been feeling like that nonstop, but to know i can accomplish something i initially thought impossible not because i knew what i was doing, but because it meant so much to me that i was able to channel that energy into something productive.... i think at the very least that's a sign i needed.
i'm including a before and after/progress shot and will update with more if people are interested. regardless if you're reading this i hope you take it easy and remember your worth isn't tied to your productivity and that you're doing amazing just for being you i hope everybody has a wonderful rest of your day/night
that being said, my parents apparently found this furby on top of his fridge who was in desperate need of repair and just love in general, and so i ended up scooping the little guy up and have already had some.. interesting experiences. the fur was this matted combination of greasy and dusty, the eyes wouldn't open, the batteries inside corroded and his voice was just this one loud tone that wouldn't stop so i uh, very quickly got to learn how to fix that, also learning a lot about what the inside of a furby looks like (horrifying, but i also had a five nights at freddy's phase in middle school so like..whatever), and also doing mechanical stuff for restorations for the first time! so far, it's been surprisingly easy to figure out how to do, or better yet just a lot quicker than any restoration i've ever done considering my partner had the appropriate tools for the job and the patience to listen to my rambling
the good news anyway is that he is now a fully functioning furby again, and dare i say it, absolutely precious
i'm probably gonna take out the batteries for my own sanity so i can sleep tonight, but i think it's just.. so reassuring that i was able to get this guy fixed up (and only have one more thing to do-- get him more eyelashes!!). like... if there's one thing i think i've learned from collecting old ponies among other things, it's that these guys have stories but also deserve a second chance. and even though being able to fix a furby isn't gonna fix any mental health problem of mine or my adhd or bring my grandparents back, it's at least a reminder that my value isn't intrinsically tied to whether or not i can accomplish the same things my peers can. sometimes things can be too much, this past week it's been feeling like that nonstop, but to know i can accomplish something i initially thought impossible not because i knew what i was doing, but because it meant so much to me that i was able to channel that energy into something productive.... i think at the very least that's a sign i needed. i'm including a before and after/progress shot and will update with more if people are interested. regardless if you're reading this i hope you take it easy and remember your worth isn't tied to your productivity and that you're doing amazing just for being you
i hope everybody has a wonderful rest of your day/night 
