- Joined
- Mar 23, 2021
It's the complete lack of personal space and autonomy. Imagine not even having your own space for your own clothes. Instead you go into some giant room, like you live in a family cult or something -- because your mom (no job, full-time nanny) is too lazy to deliver a basket to your actual room and tell you to put it in the drawers. But you only have to do it every couple days.The thrift store pictures genuinely give me a feeling of revulsion, can’t explain why… is it the strip lighting? The smell the picture gives off? The thought of raking through the slightly dank layers of shirts, none of which you want to wear?
This whole event is a complete mind fuck.