Went to the gym, first time for two weeks.
I wore a half mask respirator (not the paper pieces of crap) and glasses from leaving my door to coming back. Sweating and hard breathing is a new experience with it on but only minor adjustments needed to be made, It didnt feel weird either, i got some sanctimonious huffy subaudiable disapproval grunts and slugs in cars were slightly more aggressive than normal but i tell you NEETs, it just feels right. Finally i can wear a mask because the air is poison and one slip up and you're fukd, and the only survivors will be incels like me who were larping from the get go. I feel like i have ascended to a superior new reality, I feel like i am pwning shit on the next level. When i went to spotlight after gym to get some fabric and bobbins and shit, I was getting ire and baelful stares from the hot women that are to be found there. That felt right too. After all my manly stares they avoided at the time by cruising tinder on their phones, swiping left on some chad who is going to be utterly useless in protecting their precious princess arses from bat aids. Hotties that were telling themselves that this NEET and his bike are not in your weight class, and chad is because he has a leased audi and works as a site manager. But chad is a mong and never learned to wipe his nose, now he's worse than dead weight and its already too late.
Look at me spotlight lovelies, i can sew AND survive. The bottom rail is surely on the top in the new reality.