E
I wanted to watch Rehab Room's latest video, but I needed snacks to enjoy it. 
So, I went to a local petrol station and bought some energy drinks, sweets, and snacks.
On the way back, I saw a group of 5 cumskin crawlers standing outside the entrance of my apartment building. This triggered my social anxiety. They were dressed in normal attire, and looked early/mid twenties. Two of them watched me as I approached. I felt a fatal feeling of anxiety.
When I reached the entrance, one of them said, "Yes, bro, you good?". I nodded but didn't say anything, as I was operating on autopilot or instinct mode due to being paralysed by anxiety. One of them said something amongst themselves after I nodded my head, but it was indiscernible. They probably thought I ignored him because I didn’t respond verbally.
I'm disappointed - this was an opportunity to practice social skills, but I guess the size of the group and the late hour intimidated me too much. Not to also mention they were all cumskins - being online showed me how unashamedly racist they can be, despite being silent in real life. I've never actually experienced racism from them in person. But as a currycel I can't trust or befriend them.
I wonder what they'd make of my profile picture, as it describes how I feel about their females. Knowing them, they'd probably compliment it, and one of them might even request a copy to enhance it.
If I could control reality to suit my whims and desires, I'd have all them call their sisters/girlfriends and send an Uber to bring them to my flat. I can imagine them walking towards my door in their slut heels, dresses, and intoxicating perfumes,
and I will do . . . . bery bahd tingz tu dem.
So, I went to a local petrol station and bought some energy drinks, sweets, and snacks.On the way back, I saw a group of 5 cumskin crawlers standing outside the entrance of my apartment building.
This triggered my social anxiety. They were dressed in normal attire, and looked early/mid twenties. Two of them watched me as I approached. I felt a fatal feeling of anxiety. When I reached the entrance, one of them said, "Yes, bro, you good?". I nodded but didn't say anything, as I was operating on autopilot or instinct mode due to being paralysed by anxiety.
One of them said something amongst themselves after I nodded my head, but it was indiscernible. They probably thought I ignored him because I didn’t respond verbally.I'm disappointed - this was an opportunity to practice social skills, but I guess the size of the group and the late hour intimidated me too much.
Not to also mention they were all cumskins - being online showed me how unashamedly racist they can be, despite being silent in real life. I've never actually experienced racism from them in person. But as a currycel I can't trust or befriend them. I wonder what they'd make of my profile picture, as it describes how I feel about their females. Knowing them, they'd probably compliment it, and one of them might even request a copy to enhance it.
If I could control reality to suit my whims and desires, I'd have all them call their sisters/girlfriends and send an Uber to bring them to my flat. I can imagine them walking towards my door in their slut heels, dresses, and intoxicating perfumes,
and I will do . . . . bery bahd tingz tu dem.
Last edited:
