When you’re out at a store/mall in a bad mood and think throwing will help, when a very pleasant older lady asks what’s hanging from you’re belt and you really just don’t want to talk to anyone and be alone but not offend her.
Agony.
Anyone else know what I’m talking about?
When you dream you’re unboxing the package of yoyos you’ve been waiting to get for a week just to wake up and realize it’s a dream.
When you yoyo around your friends and they do not seem impressed anymore 
haha.
Not really. If I wanted to be alone, I wouldn’t be at the mall. If I wanted to throw, this would be the perfect opportunity to answer her question. I am absolutely thrilled any time anyone takes an interest in my yoyo at all.
When you are in 8th grade (middle school) and all the seniors in the high school know about your yoyoing, even though you don’t know any of them. Then the Cinematography class from the high school pulls you out of English class to film yoyo tricks and interview you for the school’s TV channel.
This happened to me last year and I completely forgot to post it until now. It’s funny because my sister was a sophomore and I was more popular than her and got to know more seniors.
When you know, with certainty despite evidence to the contrary, that all everyday activities can be done just as well with or without a yoyo in your hand…
When your driving home from broomball and the whole way your like “theres no yoyo in my pocket did i forget it? Oh thats right I didn’t bring one” 5 seconds later "theres no yoyo in my pocket did i forget it? Oh thats right I didn’t bring one.
lol
When you signed up for a contest but decided not to go (I would never dream of doing that)
When throwing a $100 weight attached to a string has become a normal everyday activity that you’d dread to part with.
The extremes of yoyo addiction…
^^^
Well done!
about the last thing that crococorey said… (sry, I don’t know how to quote :/)
I have a summit st. roughly 20-30 minutes from my house!!! 
I just had to… ;D
All you need to do is click the quote button on top of the post its next to the thankyou button
When your favorite Yoyo is a new Yoyo.
That’s not obsession, that’s weird.
When maintaining your yoyos begins to interfere with your social/love life…
“No honey, I can’t take you to the movies. Tonight is the night I clean my bearings!”
…she then says “OH I’LL CLEAN YOUR BEARINGS!!!” (sucker-punch). He’s down. She leaves.
Yoyo’s ruin lives kids. Stay away for your own emotional and (especially) financial good.
xD.
Any time you walk through a Business or somebody’s house( from room to room) your brain instantly calculates Exactly where you would need to stand in each area, just in case somebody asked you to bust out some tricks and you didn’t want to hit anything with your Yoyo.
^ I do that all the time. I especially incorporate human traffic-so I don’t hit or bother anyone.
You know your’re obsessed with yoyoing when you are up in your room at three in the morning trying to get down a trick. You get the trick, but it doesn’t look great so you stay up two more hours trying to get it perfect. You take a break from it so you do a quick horizontal combo when BANG you get hit in the head with your throw knocking you into your bed. Too tired to get up you slowly drift off into sleep, dreaming about hitting that trick spot on…only to realize when you wake up that it was just a figment of your imagination (my actual story).
