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Today I decided to go to the movies, and as always when I go, I go alone.
As a fan of the Fast and Furious saga, I went to watch the tenth of it recently released (spoiler: the story continues). And how painful was the experience! It always has been and I was psyched up with what I was going to find, and still, I wasn't really prepared.
They were all young and beautiful couples, and something that surprised me is that even the foids were taller than me, so you can already imagine how tall their couples were. And I am 5'7''-170 cm! This hurt a little, but it didn't discourage me. I was ready to enjoy my cope in peace after a hard week of work. I bought the ticket, a cup of Coca Cola, popcorns and I entered to the assigned room.
At first I thought that the other people were going to see other movies and that I would have the movie theater to myself, but again, I got seriously confused and the room 10 minutes later was filled from top to bottom. All of this would have been bearable if it weren't for the fact that a foid sat on my right and on her right, her Chad boyfriend. I admit that I felt terribly intimidated, I tried to look away and focus on the pre-movie announcements, but the perfume of the foid was terribly captivating, almost making me feel sad.
In the middle of the movie, the girl changed her position slightly and her arm collided with mine in a subtle way. We both wore short sleeves, so our skins felt. She looked at me and kindly apologized, her eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity. In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope emerged within me, a flicker of connection amidst the sea of solitude. It was as if the universe had conspired to send me a lifeline, a chance to bridge the chasm that separated me from the world. We exchanged shy smiles, and for a moment, it felt as though time stood still, the weight of my sadness momentarily lifted. But as quickly as the connection sparked, it dissolved into the ether. Her attention returned to the screen, and the distance between us grew once again. The rest of the movie passed in a haze of bittersweet longing, every frame a reminder of what my life could have been if I could be as her boyfriend. As the lights came up, I found myself lost in a sea of people, the girl vanishing into the crowd, leaving behind only a lingering sense of what might have been in a life in which I have not been punished with this subhumanity. The realization hit me like a wave crashing upon the shore—I was destined to navigate the depths of loneliness once more, forever yearning for that gentle touch, that fleeting connection that might have healed my wounded soul. With a heavy heart, I walked out of the theater, carrying the weight of unspoken words and missed opportunities. Today, the sadness deepens, its tendrils wrapping tighter around my fragile existence, as I am left to wander this world alone, forever haunted by the ghost of a touch that could have mended my shattered spirit.
I went to the parking lot, unlocked the car, I got in the car, and I was there crying for 10 minutes sobbing.
Now the pain kills me and burns me inside. It never began, my life is doomed to be useless, lonely, wasted...
Today I decided to go to the movies, and as always when I go, I go alone.
As a fan of the Fast and Furious saga, I went to watch the tenth of it recently released (spoiler: the story continues). And how painful was the experience! It always has been and I was psyched up with what I was going to find, and still, I wasn't really prepared.
They were all young and beautiful couples, and something that surprised me is that even the foids were taller than me, so you can already imagine how tall their couples were. And I am 5'7''-170 cm! This hurt a little, but it didn't discourage me. I was ready to enjoy my cope in peace after a hard week of work. I bought the ticket, a cup of Coca Cola, popcorns and I entered to the assigned room.
At first I thought that the other people were going to see other movies and that I would have the movie theater to myself, but again, I got seriously confused and the room 10 minutes later was filled from top to bottom. All of this would have been bearable if it weren't for the fact that a foid sat on my right and on her right, her Chad boyfriend. I admit that I felt terribly intimidated, I tried to look away and focus on the pre-movie announcements, but the perfume of the foid was terribly captivating, almost making me feel sad.
In the middle of the movie, the girl changed her position slightly and her arm collided with mine in a subtle way. We both wore short sleeves, so our skins felt. She looked at me and kindly apologized, her eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity. In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope emerged within me, a flicker of connection amidst the sea of solitude. It was as if the universe had conspired to send me a lifeline, a chance to bridge the chasm that separated me from the world. We exchanged shy smiles, and for a moment, it felt as though time stood still, the weight of my sadness momentarily lifted. But as quickly as the connection sparked, it dissolved into the ether. Her attention returned to the screen, and the distance between us grew once again. The rest of the movie passed in a haze of bittersweet longing, every frame a reminder of what my life could have been if I could be as her boyfriend. As the lights came up, I found myself lost in a sea of people, the girl vanishing into the crowd, leaving behind only a lingering sense of what might have been in a life in which I have not been punished with this subhumanity. The realization hit me like a wave crashing upon the shore—I was destined to navigate the depths of loneliness once more, forever yearning for that gentle touch, that fleeting connection that might have healed my wounded soul. With a heavy heart, I walked out of the theater, carrying the weight of unspoken words and missed opportunities. Today, the sadness deepens, its tendrils wrapping tighter around my fragile existence, as I am left to wander this world alone, forever haunted by the ghost of a touch that could have mended my shattered spirit.
I went to the parking lot, unlocked the car, I got in the car, and I was there crying for 10 minutes sobbing.
Now the pain kills me and burns me inside. It never began, my life is doomed to be useless, lonely, wasted...
