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Humanfailure
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So I used to go to a barbers in Bristol England. I worked in the area so it made sense. Anyway, on my 5th or so visit he asked me to stop telling people where I had my hair cut. I asked why, I only told the people I worked with in conversation and it was a positive thing for him. He made absolutely clear that as my head is fucked up he cannot make the cut look great. That me even telling people could hurt his business. I mean, come on. He actually told me that my uber ugly balding alien shape head had put people off. Its like it is not fair. It's like I'm on earth for the cruel enjoyment of others. An example of what you could be had the lottery of life not called your number. A fucking reminder of the way the universe can fuck you and still find ways to kick you when your down and unable to get back up.
This is not LARP or fake. Happened a few years ago. I knew it was over long before this but this confirmed it. And the time a girl called me the elephant man. I mean I just walked past her in Cardiff and she said it. To me. Out loud.
What's your worst experience.
This is not LARP or fake. Happened a few years ago. I knew it was over long before this but this confirmed it. And the time a girl called me the elephant man. I mean I just walked past her in Cardiff and she said it. To me. Out loud.
What's your worst experience.