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So a lot of us use our notes app like little diaries right? Right. So. I'm bored, so I was scrolling thru mine, and I see this that I wrote back in December 2022, and to this day it still haunts me occasionally, and I need to get it off my chest.
I've decided to share this trauma bc I refuse to go thru this alone in silence.
So.
Public transportation is the worst.
I'm with my younger sister, sat down in a small maxi (picture a mini bus ig?), at the very back. We cool. Two seats clear up closer to the front, so we moved, my sis by the window.
A man reaches his stop, so he exits the maxi.
He has to bend over a good bit to do so.
This man has apparently never heard of underwear.
Keep in mind I am in a SMALL MAXI.
I got a front row seat of this man's ass in my face.
And that's not the worst part.
Oh, no.
The worst part are the details because it's right in front of me and l was wearing my practically brand new contacts, so I saw everything in HD.
First of all, this is a black man so it's a black ass. Second, it was huge. I'm talking voluptuous. Third, it was hairy as all fuck. Why were there grey hairs scattered around and why were they at least an inch long.
I cried, I'm not doing to lie. I physically teared up. My eyes were stinging, tears pricking.
When I saw it I had my hands held to my chest like I'm clutching my pearls, leaning against my sister, frozen. I couldn't move for a good while even after he's gone and we'd driven off.
She laughed at me all the way to our destination.
I could hear people snickering in the back. These bitches were laughing while I'm developing PTSD.
Even now, occasionally, when I close my eyes, I can still see it and I want to throw up while crying.
Why me. What did I do. This could've very well been my villain origin story.
My only salvation in this is that I refused to leave the house without a mask on bc Covid so there's that I guess. 😃