#people try to manic-pixie-dream-girlyfy my weird sensory shit

[no-wings-no-angel]

it’s “yeah i got no sensory issues” until it’s time for school and i have to experience the Horrors of

Ten-Percent-Cotton-Ninety-Percent-Polyester Cloth Uniform that makes my skin crawl;

The Lights That Sometimes Seem Really Bright But Sometimes Not that make me regret cutting my hair short so i can’t cover my face;

and of course, the Absolute Terror Of

Professor Tapping The Microphone Real Hard to the point it make me want to grind my bones to dust. why don’t you just say “test test one two three”, my good sir? do you really need to torture me like that? you gonna break the mic one of these days, did you know that? yeah, of course you fucking didn’t, but i do. i fucking do. tapping the mics damages the inner parts of the equipment to irreparable states. and it pains me. it pains the microphone. and it pains your pocket cause this shit is expensive. just be normal about it.