if i tell yall what i did on the tram today yall would call it a fake tumblr story i think
oh?
so it helps to know that my mindset at the time was influenced by having been transphobically sealioned at a temping agency earlier, as well as spontaneously turning up to a different temping agency without an appointment & actually landing with them after THOSE guys turned out to be cool.
I was on the tram (crowded tram) (just after 11 AM) on my way home full of adrenaline still, and saw my dad eating a banana on the platform. I could get out of the tram to say hi, but then i’d miss the tram, or worse, hold it up. What i COULD do, however, is sprint out of the tram as soon as the door opens, take a bite from the banana my dad is holding, and SPRINT back into the tram before the doors close. So That Is What I Did.
unfortunately now roughly half of the passengers of the tram were looking at me like I was suddenly some sort of feral spirit of hunger or perhaps a strange insect of some sort.* Fortunately, the truth was also the ONE sequence of words that could make what they had just witnessed okay. I went “das ist mein papa!!!” which is german for “thats my dad!!!!!”
My dad seemed genuinely delighted by this btw. the look on his face was fucking PRICELESS
i would like to beat the little german boy accusations based on my behavior before they arise. i am in fact a tall german trans girl.
however in everything except body i AM calvin from calvin & hobbes
sorry we applied an operator to your boyfriend. he’s an eigenfunction of that operator so the operator returned his function but he’s multiplied by a constant. yeah he has an eigenvalue now
