Tonight my parents knocked on the door of the dirty, cramped room I've been living in to pull me aside and give me another lecture about what a failure I am. They covered the basics... why aren't you motivated to do anything... we don't feel like you're going anywhere in life... what's wrong with you son... etc. When they finally finished I went outside to just find somewhere to sit and be alone for a while.
I was sitting on the steps of some apartment building when booming EDM music disrupted my reverie. This bus rolled up to the stop light, I could clearly see the silhouettes of people dancing inside the bus. I saw people holding each other and stroking their bodies. Apparently Chads don't have enough regular venues to do their Chad shit so they have to have custom buses to dance to EDM and fingerfuck Stacies while they're travelling.
JFL @ being mogged by a bus full of Chads. Their lives must be so different than mine: rather than crushing loneliness, constant validation. Rather than rejection, invitation. Imagine being Chad, just for a day, just for a moment.
I was sitting on the steps of some apartment building when booming EDM music disrupted my reverie. This bus rolled up to the stop light, I could clearly see the silhouettes of people dancing inside the bus. I saw people holding each other and stroking their bodies. Apparently Chads don't have enough regular venues to do their Chad shit so they have to have custom buses to dance to EDM and fingerfuck Stacies while they're travelling.
JFL @ being mogged by a bus full of Chads. Their lives must be so different than mine: rather than crushing loneliness, constant validation. Rather than rejection, invitation. Imagine being Chad, just for a day, just for a moment.
