Resistance is a thing I feel a lot of yoyoers experience. Yoyoing isn’t a thing most people know how to react to, which is why I guess a lot of you are met with a lot of scepticism and critic. I am not an exception to this. I want to share with you something that has been sitting very deep in my emotional vault (to use an overly) tacky term. When I stared yoyoing, I was 15 years old, and had to ask my dad to buy me my first yoyo and 100 strings, he was a bit sceptical but went through with it. When I got the yoyo and started doing tricks he started using some words which I’m not sure if he ment to be harmful. No mater what his intentions were, being told I have the capability to become a circus clown was in no way funny for me, and I did not feel good about. In a period of my life where I did not feel socially comfortable, it was really saddening to have one of my dearest hobbies and personal treats (a part of my life) described as a comedic act that is laughed upon.
When I wanted to get my first metal (an M1, relatively cheap), I still got resistance from my dad. I thought it would make him see how serious I was with this, but I still ended up having my mom ordering the yoyo for me.
I recently got a OD Dang. I was going to pay for it myself, but my mom said she wanted to pay for a yoyo, even if it did cost $110. When I told her that I could afford it myself and that she didn’t have to spend money on an expensive toy, she answered with saying that she was proud of what I was doing and that I deserved it. For the first time I felt that my yoyoing was appreciated.
I guess the point is that no matter how much resistance you get, you should seek the ones who support you, and take the moral you support for all that it’s worth.