The other day I was swiping thru Bumble LEFT LEFT LEFT LEFT when a woman in a wheelchair popped up; I immediately & condescendingly said to myself “hey, good for her!” and condescendingly took a minute to condescendingly admire the life she’d built for herself (“hey, likes travel! Good for her! Get out there girl!”) and was about to swipe her left and out of my life forever while patting myself on the back for being such a great guy when to my horror I accidentally swiped right. Long story slightly less longer, I spent the next few days dreading opening Bumble and seeing she’d accepted what to her would rightfully be a show of romantic interest and would reach out to me, that I’d given a ray of light to someone who may have otherwise lived in the darkness when it came to the joys of the heart. What kind of monster was I? How could I have let this happen?
Finally I opened the app to see no response from her so now that's fucking got me spiraling "dafuck who does she think she is??/dafuck kind of loser am I that I can't even get a wheelchair chick??" while trying not to be so condescending as to be insulted by all of this and you can guess how well it's going.
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