I spent the day willingly standing in the front lines of Activities Day, which turns out is the warm hued light igniting the night for the buzzing college populace. With no shelter to take, I depended on my hoodrat appearance as my only defense. Normally, I like to have more in my misanthrope arsenal when I venture into society. Yet… Bombarded by the enemy—the friendly, outgoing folk—and interrogated, I sacrificed words of superficiality and knew of no escape. Faint acquaintances lightly strolled through what was my nightmare. They approached me as a kind gesture—I did not see it as such. Forceful and hollow felt the conversations, each party desperately searching for a follow-up question to fan the conversation flames. No, I don’t care about what classes you’re taking! Oh you had a good summer, did you?? Are you sure it wasn’t just ok? No? So, it was good? Ok. So glad we clarified that. Now I can sleep at night.
Recognize this: I don’t care about dumb shiz!
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