When I was about 12 and going to school, I would sometimes notice a 20-30 years old woman. She was blonde, always wore a ponytail and had a decent body, but she had a severely recessed chin. Like, her chin didn’t exist. It reminded me a little bit of master Yoda from Star Wars. Everything else about her was fine or even good.
And she always had a deeply sad look on her face. I’ve never seen anyone that miserable. Maybe at a funeral, but that’s normal.
I started to wonder why she was so sad all the time. I had a suspicion that it was because of her non-existing chin. I wasn’t black pilled yet.
One time, she almost ran me over when she turned into a street. I had a green light, but luckily I took a look to the left before I stepped forward. She, sitting in her car with her usual sad expression, took a sharp right turn. She must have ignored a yellow/red light and smashed the gas.
At some point, I stopped seeing her.
And she always had a deeply sad look on her face. I’ve never seen anyone that miserable. Maybe at a funeral, but that’s normal.
I started to wonder why she was so sad all the time. I had a suspicion that it was because of her non-existing chin. I wasn’t black pilled yet.
One time, she almost ran me over when she turned into a street. I had a green light, but luckily I took a look to the left before I stepped forward. She, sitting in her car with her usual sad expression, took a sharp right turn. She must have ignored a yellow/red light and smashed the gas.
At some point, I stopped seeing her.
