As I was posting on here, my mother called me (she was out at the gym) and said that my sister would arrive home from school soon—and that she'd take both my sister and I to a frozen yogurt shop nearby. Apparently, my sister saw an advertisement on Instagram that this shop was having a day where you could buy one cup and get another one free, so she asked my mother to go and my mother accepted because she literally takes us anywhere.
I don't particularly care about frozen yogurt, and you'd never see me walk into a shop like that on my own, but I didn't really care all that much and decided I may as well tag along and grab a small cup since it's basically just ice cream anyway.
My low-IQ didn't register, however, the conditions in which this exact day at this exact time would bring about within that Frozen Yogurt Shop... we arrived, I opened the door and THERE WERE LIKE TWENTY OR THIRTY HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE KIDS IN THIS TINY, CRAMPED SHOP.
For some of you, that may not sound like that big of a deal, but I literally haven't been around that many kids roughly my age for years. The last time was likely back when I was fourteen in middle school before I was taken out and put into virtual academy. I tend to avoid zoomshits the best I can, since almost all of my interaction has been with people far older on places like 4chan—and now I was in a place packed with them. The worst part is that 90% of them were foidlets in their stupid friend groups, giggling with each other and mumbling about things.
I unironically froze up for a brief moment when I entered the store. Not because I was particularly 'afraid,' but it's almost like my body responded with visceral disgust and aggression. I turned to my sister and asked her if she really wanted to buy anything from here, and played it off like I was worried about the line being long (it was). She insisted, so I just decided to get this over with and got in line. My sister and mother, thankfully, walked off to another station and started filling their cups over there instead.
I was extremely on edge, but more so in a 'defensive' manner. The best way I can describe it is like walking into a room full of rogs—I just naturally had my guard up. Since my mind was busy thinking of various things, a foid ended up bumping into me (I'm not sure if it was intentional or not) and I kid you not, as she turned around to apologize and saw my face to make a disgusted expression, I literally involuntarily said 'watch it, foid,' and then proceeded to just glare her down with the most disgusted and pissed-off look I've ever given anyone in public until she just muttered something to herself and walked off.
Eventually we all got our stuff and got out of the shop, and it didn't really dawn on me what I had just done until we were in the car. Honestly, even though it was super low-inhib, it felt pretty satisfying and I'm actually pretty proud for standing up for myself like that. Still, that was a horrible experince in all. I didn't even get any good flavors, I was so on edge that I wasn't really thinking and got more chocolate than vanilla, and the chocolate didn't taste particularly great. Still better than the rest of the gay flavors they had, though.
I don't particularly care about frozen yogurt, and you'd never see me walk into a shop like that on my own, but I didn't really care all that much and decided I may as well tag along and grab a small cup since it's basically just ice cream anyway.
My low-IQ didn't register, however, the conditions in which this exact day at this exact time would bring about within that Frozen Yogurt Shop... we arrived, I opened the door and THERE WERE LIKE TWENTY OR THIRTY HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE KIDS IN THIS TINY, CRAMPED SHOP.
For some of you, that may not sound like that big of a deal, but I literally haven't been around that many kids roughly my age for years. The last time was likely back when I was fourteen in middle school before I was taken out and put into virtual academy. I tend to avoid zoomshits the best I can, since almost all of my interaction has been with people far older on places like 4chan—and now I was in a place packed with them. The worst part is that 90% of them were foidlets in their stupid friend groups, giggling with each other and mumbling about things.
I unironically froze up for a brief moment when I entered the store. Not because I was particularly 'afraid,' but it's almost like my body responded with visceral disgust and aggression. I turned to my sister and asked her if she really wanted to buy anything from here, and played it off like I was worried about the line being long (it was). She insisted, so I just decided to get this over with and got in line. My sister and mother, thankfully, walked off to another station and started filling their cups over there instead.
I was extremely on edge, but more so in a 'defensive' manner. The best way I can describe it is like walking into a room full of rogs—I just naturally had my guard up. Since my mind was busy thinking of various things, a foid ended up bumping into me (I'm not sure if it was intentional or not) and I kid you not, as she turned around to apologize and saw my face to make a disgusted expression, I literally involuntarily said 'watch it, foid,' and then proceeded to just glare her down with the most disgusted and pissed-off look I've ever given anyone in public until she just muttered something to herself and walked off.
Eventually we all got our stuff and got out of the shop, and it didn't really dawn on me what I had just done until we were in the car. Honestly, even though it was super low-inhib, it felt pretty satisfying and I'm actually pretty proud for standing up for myself like that. Still, that was a horrible experince in all. I didn't even get any good flavors, I was so on edge that I wasn't really thinking and got more chocolate than vanilla, and the chocolate didn't taste particularly great. Still better than the rest of the gay flavors they had, though.
