eye contact is actually quite repulsing, even more so with strangers. i find it quite ridiculous, it feels like a sucking of the soul that makes you want to crawl up into a ball into to keep your dropping stomach from complete falling out of your body. i'm sure there is a phobia surrounded around eye contact right? because if there is, i totally have it.
second to that, i hate bumping into strangers on accident. what if they want to fight me? what if they yell at me? or even worst kill me! that'd suck, like a lot.
and of course on today of all days, i end up doing both but idon't lose your cool, just play it cool, or at least pretend to play it cool. "uh, i'm sorry
dude. i really didn't even see you there, i was looking down. haha." so much for playing it cool.
"yeah, whatever," he started, tucking a few stands of his short hair that's fallen down from his quiffed hair behind his ear. "i payed like ten dollars for the smoothie and you made me drop it," he stated, annoyance heavy in his voice. fuck. well on the bright side, his face softened a bit when he looked at me, that's a plus. "and i'm not a guy. i'm a bigender girl."
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bigender ⚥ malum
Fanfiction❝some days i wake up wondering why i'm in the body i'm in, and then some days i wake up wondering what the heck i was thinking yesterday.❞ (lowercase intended - one sentence story)
