It’s real foggy out right now. Has been for a little while now. Fog is insanely rare in my home state so I wanted to check it out. I decided to venture out onto the craggy rocks to stare at the misty vast ocean. I stood on the rocks and thought to myself for a while, then decided to head back. My mom then informed me that my brother had left to look for me. I guess I was gone longer than I thought. She told me to go look for him. However, right as I left the house again to walk on the street, a group of 6 TEENAGE STACY’S POPS OUT IN FRONT OF ME! They walk at the exact same pace as me so I’m stuck awkwardly walking a bit behind them for about 10 minutes. Over the course of it I try to avoid looking at them and try speedwalking to pass them. Eventually I hear them laugh and I hear them whisper about me walking funny. One of them also called me short. Was absolute ragefuel. What should have been a nice pensive walk in the fog became a stressful and irritating torture march. I was very happy when I finally found my brother and was able to turn back
