>went to a tea leaf reading in the next town over.>it was me, my mum, and a group of a bunch of other woman
>and one man.
>the reader was going around the circle
>reading out of people’s cups.
>she was reading one woman’s
> said something along the lines of “yeah, that’s typical for the men in our lives— sorry to the guys here!”
>i was looking at the ground but when i looked back up she made brief eye contact with me.
the next time i get called a bdd passoid i’m sending a drone to your house
im trying to delude myself into thinking she wasn’t referencing me, or that it was because of my outfit, which flattened my chest (because i didn’t say a word) but its more likely that it was my disgusting testosterone mutilated moid face. i’m going to go hurt myself now, hopefully i can grow a (second) pair and do it properly:D