The big coat on top of backpack, little fragile open bag on table, delicate wristband, backpack so heavy its hard to carry, being alone w fitting clothes, face injury, too many cues of vulnerability and of having a hard time running away. Gotta get out before worse
5 free seats, he seats on the one besides my backpack. Then gets up and site right by my side, spread arms. There's a free seat right on his other side. He shuffled closer to me. I had to switch seats and later gtfo there
We were in a dark area it was a lot of empty seats, my backpack me him an empty seat and a window besides him. Wdf. That was a creepy interaction. I'm trembling. Scary f shit
gente tô traumatizada a um nível que só de ver a janela do Mozilla com as aulas do mit e as abas da uni deu uma batida de sensação ruim, um susto, um medo
nem era o conteúdo de autômatos 🙃
I believe I've gotten ptsd or some other psychological diagnosis cus why am I having survival responses to just watching an online class
and keep thinking of talking to concert guy rubbing on me instead of focusing on the positive and amazing bands. I want to remember goodness.
Wake up in the dead of the night and I'm alr thinking of how I could explain to him how shitty the continuous rubbing up was , and why it felt so bad. It's because he could've not rubbed, like everyone else.
How can guy manage to be the same height of an average woman and continuosly rub against her chest w his elbows
He was filming w bent elbows at the outside of his shoulder
Short man filming metal gig w bent elbows. Bad camera height. Not metal. For enough time to feel horrible
He didn't respect my "no"s and knew I wasn't enjoying that. He is a teacher pursuing a degree in linguistics— a great manipulator, a fenomenal coercer. He uses his academic and professional knowledge to fool people, to control a conversation and deny unwanted outcomes.
He told me " don't worry, I won't kiss you" (a few times) and to just touch my head with his.
I told him I didn't want to take my jacket off but he made me do it anyway. Told him I didn't want to get in his car but he was getting madder and starting to cry, so I got in
Assistir aquela aula de novo, online, deu um sentimento horrível. An impending, looming doom que ficava crescendo ruim. Vou perder muito tempo, mas tive que partir pra outro prof online. Sentimento macabro que crescia ao assistir. Que problema impactando.
was walking by a group of 3 guys. suddenly one turns around & says "vem aqui vem aqui vem aqui", the other 2 kept going, stopped , then one said smt like "o q q esse cara quer". I passed by them & went into the restroom. guy went into a classroom, 2 other went w him ig.