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so i'm skipping school today, home alone.
i look in the fridge, cuz im hungry n wanna make myself lunch.
i'm a pretty picky eater, the only 'meals' I eat are sandwhiches that my mom makes me, scrambled eggs (that i make myself) or quesadillas (that i also make myself).
there's no eggs or tortillas in the fridge, so I figure why not head down to the nearest store and by myself some goyslop.
i throw on my comfiest oversized cable knit sweater, my shitty knockoff sambas, and head out
it's beautiful outside, i'm mirin the view. it's a 5 minute walk to the store, and thankfully there's almost no people passing me by.
i hate crowded areas, so this was a win. i actually felt confident for the first time in a long while, just me by myself, enjoying the view.
so i enter the store, get myself a keto bar, a protein bar and a monster
the store itself isn't too crowded either, I'm feeling really good now.
then i head to checkout and it all goes to shit.
i was expecting some 50-year old immigrant to be handling my checkout.
nope, it was a blonde hair blue eyed makeuplet foid in her early 20s or late teens (few years older than me, i'm 16,)
self-checkout was full and no other checkouts were open
i went in, and i suddenly felt nervous.
being an inferior shitskin male, i realized the superiority of the aryan foid and for some reason my natural beta male instincts kicked into overdrive
the entire fucking time i was staring at my feet and spoke in quiet words, almost mumbling
the 10 minutes of confidence came CRASHING DOWN around my eyes
this woman whose face i didn't even get a good look at utterly dominated me and beat the confidence out of me by merely existing.
not to mention by the way she talked she seemed rather uninterested in me.
then i rushed the fuck home and ate my meal.
i look in the fridge, cuz im hungry n wanna make myself lunch.
i'm a pretty picky eater, the only 'meals' I eat are sandwhiches that my mom makes me, scrambled eggs (that i make myself) or quesadillas (that i also make myself).
there's no eggs or tortillas in the fridge, so I figure why not head down to the nearest store and by myself some goyslop.
i throw on my comfiest oversized cable knit sweater, my shitty knockoff sambas, and head out
it's beautiful outside, i'm mirin the view. it's a 5 minute walk to the store, and thankfully there's almost no people passing me by.
i hate crowded areas, so this was a win. i actually felt confident for the first time in a long while, just me by myself, enjoying the view.
so i enter the store, get myself a keto bar, a protein bar and a monster
the store itself isn't too crowded either, I'm feeling really good now.
then i head to checkout and it all goes to shit.
i was expecting some 50-year old immigrant to be handling my checkout.
nope, it was a blonde hair blue eyed makeuplet foid in her early 20s or late teens (few years older than me, i'm 16,)
self-checkout was full and no other checkouts were open
i went in, and i suddenly felt nervous.
being an inferior shitskin male, i realized the superiority of the aryan foid and for some reason my natural beta male instincts kicked into overdrive
the entire fucking time i was staring at my feet and spoke in quiet words, almost mumbling
the 10 minutes of confidence came CRASHING DOWN around my eyes
this woman whose face i didn't even get a good look at utterly dominated me and beat the confidence out of me by merely existing.
not to mention by the way she talked she seemed rather uninterested in me.
then i rushed the fuck home and ate my meal.
