JDKLSAJDLKAS SO LET ME TELL Y'ALL WHAT HAPPENED TODAY
so i went to uni for choir practice, and for the past few weeks, because i knew literally no one in the group, i kept to myself. and i would just smile and wave if anyone looked at me.
up til now.
at this point, i'd been pacing back and forth at the front of the room because i fidget a lot and can't keep still (our professor wasn't there yet + it was just the new choir members here so it was fineeee). and then: in the midst of all the chatter i was hearing in the room, one of the girls suddenly stood up and loudly proclaimed:
"WAIT JUST HOLD ON FOR A SECOND— i need to go to the bathroom."
then her friend stood up. "oh yeah, i'll go with you!!"
another two chimed in, "wait, we'll join—"
until finally a fifth girl cackled and said "all of us should just go!"
alongside the guys, i stifled a laugh as the rest of the girls present actually stood up to go with them— to continue gossiping in the bathrooms, i assumed. but as all of them filed out, one of them turned and laughingly gestured that i join them.
again, i hadn't interacted with any of them in a socializing way before; so basically this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make friends because god knows i wouldn't be able to initiate shit myself dgjksagdkjas so i immediately stopped pacing and gratefully sauntered over to the last girl to join them.
but alas
as i passed through the doorway with her, i slipped. the floor had been freshly polished with floor wax, you see, and my shoes lacked friction.
i slipped and laNDED ON MY ASS WITH A LOUD THWACK IN FRONT OF EVERYONE THERE.
i kinda froze in shock, legs sprawled on the floor, while the rest immediately rushed back to see me, because apparently the sound was so LOUD they could hear it from the end of the hall + they worried i broke a bone, or my teeth, or my glasses (NO BABES, I JUST BROKE MY ASS). i felt multiple hands try to help me up, and in a daze i looked around the floor, trying to figure out if any of my body parts had gone flying from the impact.
then the pain went and was replaced with, of course, mortification. upon seeing that i was relatively unscathed, the girls continued on their way to the bathrooms, dragging me with them, repeatedly asking if i was okay. or if i needed to go to the clinic (which conveniently, was right across from the doorway of the crime scene). i kept telling them i was alright, and reassured that no, i did NOT need to have my ass x-rayed. and when we returned from the bathrooms, one of the girls hooked her arms with mine, declaring that she needed to ensure that i not fall on my ass again. (what was more embarrassing was that the other girls collectively agreed???)
and when we returned to the choir room, we laughed about it again, this time with the guys (who'd also heard the sound of me slamming into the floor), and the girls invited me to sit next to them, which was nice. :'>>
so!!! i managed to make a few friends in exchange for my dignity and bruising, the enD
and what have we learned? when you want to make friends, just fall on your ass, apparently. keep in mind that they'll probably come up with a nickname inspired from the incident, though. sigh
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Lando with other men uses bromance protocol/gay chicken to establish friendships in Olympics record time
Oscar with other men uses friendly sarcasm and being The Boring One to fit in quickly in new spaces
but Lando and Oscar w each other have spent a year and a half tentatively and shyly nudging these little “bits” hyper specific to their dynamic and usually with the sense of an in-joke bc first Oscar wanted Lando to like him at least a bit and Lando couldn’t figure Oscar out at first - cut to now where they both really want the other to like them in a way that’s actually making it more tentative to the point where they try to only look at the other when the other isn’t looking back and wow I need these two to figure each other out or I’m going to lose it !!!!
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don't hug me i'm scared episode 6 electricity is really something when you're autistic, huh. yellow guy is made fun of all his life by his only friends and laughed at for being "stupid" when all he needed was a change of batteries but no one would listen to him and give him the accommodations he needed and deserved and when he finally did get new batteries and become more clearheaded his friends didn't like him any better. they stopped making fun of him, sure, but they didn't like that he was "smart" all of a sudden, because they'd gotten used to him being "the stupid one". and he looked in the mirror and saw his former self, and his reflection asked him, "have we gone wrong? they seem upset with us" because the truth is even if the way you are now is more comfortable for you, even if it doesn't hurt to think anymore, people will only ever like you if you're the Right Kind of autistic/adhd/traumatized/whatever. have we gone wrong? have we gone wrong? that's what you always ask yourself. "maybe they're not in charge of us anymore." "maybe they never were." and his reflection walks away, as if accepting that the others will think what they will think, and it won't matter, because yellow guy is his own person, no matter how difficult it is for him to articulate his thoughts, and he doesn't need their approval to think. "maybe they never were."
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