I was at the pharmacy yesterday getting some antibiotics. I hadn't gone out like this in a few weeks and am intensely uncomfortable - the sun is in my eyes, I put on pants that are too big and kind of slide down my waist as I walk (leanmaxxing tbhtbhngl) and every time I walk past a house I get tense and worried because I don't want somebody's dog to come out and bark at me (it's loud and I can't stand it). This is not a hahahahaha xd I'm a wizard xd thing, I have had literally nothing to do for the past few weeks which is why I didn't go outside then and it's extra uncomfortable when you do for the first time in a while.
When I walk into the pharmacy the Asian checkout chick gives me a reassuring look that seems to suggest that she believes I am 14 or she feels bad for me.
As i walk out of the chemist and down a path with the sun in my eyes, I see what I can vaguely make out to be a young Middle Eastern woman. She has very soft looking skin from where I am standing and I find her somewhat attractive so I decide to look forward normally and avoid any present inclination to aspie stare I might have.
Turns out the foid is one I went to high school and the abnormally strong urge I had to put my dong inside her was because, somewhere in the back of my brain, I recognised this foid before I consciously knew who she was. I caught the bus with her and tried saying hi to her a few times, being bluepilled I hoped that after demonstrating I was friendly she would speak to me but of course I am a sub-5 asperger manlet so that's not how the game works. At least when I saw her this time, years later it didn't raise my heart rate and make me want to look away autistically, but when she noticed me and remembered who I was she didn't say a thing, only smiled and laughed as if to say "JFL, it's jerrycan dan". I quietly said hey and got no response whatsoever because subhuman males don't warrant one. Apparently the fact that I exist is very amusing. I thought for a second that maybe it was my clothes (kakhi shorts, baggy brown jumper, the one pair of shoes I own which are black and formal) or the fact I looked very uncomfortable in the sun that made her laugh but realistically this is coping, if I was tall and facially attractive it wouldn't have mattered and the foid would have tried to strike up a conversation with me most likely. Not only do foids hate us, they laugh at us as well. If anyone in my area has a gun, you have permission to stick it in my mouth and aim it at my brainstem.
When I walk into the pharmacy the Asian checkout chick gives me a reassuring look that seems to suggest that she believes I am 14 or she feels bad for me.
As i walk out of the chemist and down a path with the sun in my eyes, I see what I can vaguely make out to be a young Middle Eastern woman. She has very soft looking skin from where I am standing and I find her somewhat attractive so I decide to look forward normally and avoid any present inclination to aspie stare I might have.
Turns out the foid is one I went to high school and the abnormally strong urge I had to put my dong inside her was because, somewhere in the back of my brain, I recognised this foid before I consciously knew who she was. I caught the bus with her and tried saying hi to her a few times, being bluepilled I hoped that after demonstrating I was friendly she would speak to me but of course I am a sub-5 asperger manlet so that's not how the game works. At least when I saw her this time, years later it didn't raise my heart rate and make me want to look away autistically, but when she noticed me and remembered who I was she didn't say a thing, only smiled and laughed as if to say "JFL, it's jerrycan dan". I quietly said hey and got no response whatsoever because subhuman males don't warrant one. Apparently the fact that I exist is very amusing. I thought for a second that maybe it was my clothes (kakhi shorts, baggy brown jumper, the one pair of shoes I own which are black and formal) or the fact I looked very uncomfortable in the sun that made her laugh but realistically this is coping, if I was tall and facially attractive it wouldn't have mattered and the foid would have tried to strike up a conversation with me most likely. Not only do foids hate us, they laugh at us as well. If anyone in my area has a gun, you have permission to stick it in my mouth and aim it at my brainstem.
