I’m constantly running out of shit so I always have to go to goyget to grab small stuff to get myself by. I already had a brutal experience there two days ago with a guy catching me staring at his girlfriend, so I wasn’t looking forward to going there again today at all.
I get to the front window and there’s a young couple staring back at me, and I quicky break eye contact and they look at me like I’m a fucking weirdo. They’re probably around my age but I look so much older due to the toll loneliness takes on the body. I walked into the store and began grabbing what I needed, and there were couples EVERYWHERE. Fucking everywhere.
Why do I have to see these beautiful women with tallfag men just because those men height mog me to death? Every isle I walked past, every corner I turned, I was reminded time and time again about just how alone I truly am. I thought of the developmental milestones those men achieved without even trying, those same milestones I tried so desperately hard to surpass but to no avail.
To make matters worse I was on the way out of the store and I grabbed my 24 pack of water bottles along with the bags, but the plastic on the edge of the case ripped, causing the case to slam down on the floor sending water bottles everywhere. I then had to awkwardly put each bottle of water into my bag as couples were looking and walking past me, and then I had to carry this broken pile of plastic shit out the store, hugging it with one arm as my bags hung off the other.
When I finally got in my car I just got the fuck out of there as fast as I could, and took backroads to get home where nobody would be so that I could cruise slowly and contemplate how comically atrocious my experience in the outside world is. I shouldn’t be surprised a place like that is such Suicidefuel, everyone who works there is liberal as fuck and the entire place is normie central. It’s certainly no place for a lonely man to shop.
Time to lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling for the next 3 hours.
I get to the front window and there’s a young couple staring back at me, and I quicky break eye contact and they look at me like I’m a fucking weirdo. They’re probably around my age but I look so much older due to the toll loneliness takes on the body. I walked into the store and began grabbing what I needed, and there were couples EVERYWHERE. Fucking everywhere.
Why do I have to see these beautiful women with tallfag men just because those men height mog me to death? Every isle I walked past, every corner I turned, I was reminded time and time again about just how alone I truly am. I thought of the developmental milestones those men achieved without even trying, those same milestones I tried so desperately hard to surpass but to no avail.
To make matters worse I was on the way out of the store and I grabbed my 24 pack of water bottles along with the bags, but the plastic on the edge of the case ripped, causing the case to slam down on the floor sending water bottles everywhere. I then had to awkwardly put each bottle of water into my bag as couples were looking and walking past me, and then I had to carry this broken pile of plastic shit out the store, hugging it with one arm as my bags hung off the other.
When I finally got in my car I just got the fuck out of there as fast as I could, and took backroads to get home where nobody would be so that I could cruise slowly and contemplate how comically atrocious my experience in the outside world is. I shouldn’t be surprised a place like that is such Suicidefuel, everyone who works there is liberal as fuck and the entire place is normie central. It’s certainly no place for a lonely man to shop.
Time to lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling for the next 3 hours.
