This goal is a continuation of “caring less about what other people think”. Eventually I concluded I was predicting all of it, so that’s why I decided to care less about my own tormenting thoughts.
It’s never fun to get stains on your shirt. But it’s worse when you’re a guy who hasn’t got a girlfriend. Today I went to a birthday, and I felt like people were acting weird around me. Way later that day, I noticed one part of my shirt wasn’t part of the original paintsplat print. It shouldn’t have been noticable, unless the people sitting in front of me could see it glisten or something. The worst thing is, I didn’t know how it got there, and it really kind of looked like a cum stain.
Thinking back of it now, if anyone ever asked me about it, I could have made a joke about their mom and me. But then again, perhaps I should give it no thought at all. First of all, it is very unlikely for them to have seen it. Second, I didn’t even know these people. And third of all, I don’t give a shit about what they think. To top it off, the guy who celebrated his birthday is a western “otaku”. He collects anime, manga, figurines and claims to show no interest for “3d women”.
I’m not so bad.