Believe it or not, I've been here for around 5 years now. Lurking from the shadows. Checking in daily, reading the articles and enjoying the incredible community from afar. My personal issues make it difficult for me to interact with people sometimes. And the longer I lurked, the tougher it become for me to consider creating an account. I feared ridicule, teasing, non-acceptance. It was ridiculous but, that's social anxiety sometimes. It isn't always rational.
I finally bit the bullet and created an account about a year ago. I was immediately accepted. I hit the qposts. I got involved in the comments. I interacted with a great community and found a place to hang and shoot the shit with like-minded individuals. Sometimes, when things aren't going so well for me, I have to withdraw. I won't sign in for a while. I can't interact. But, there's always a home for me to come back to when I'm feeling up to it again.
Destructoid isn't perfect. Nothing is. We won't always agree with writers, their reviews or opinions. We won't always agree with each other. We can snap at each other and get a little riled up. But, that's what family does. It's easy to love family, but it's hard to always like them. We will make mistakes. We will make asses of ourselves. Destructoid is a home. The comments, the blogs, the qposts and discord? That's the huge treehouse out back. That's where the rowdy kids hang out, play video games, read comic books, compare waifus, trash each other's waifus, fap over waifus and so on.
Sometimes, rocks will be thrown at the treehouse (occasionally from the homeowners that built it). Luckily, this treehouse is fucking stronk. It's built on a thick... hard... tall... umm... tree. Shit, I'm rambling.
My point is: this is my community. This is your community. This community is fucking awesome.
Your waifu sucks, though.