I woke up early for a weekend, 9am and I spent over an hour grooming, once I was finally done I applied a little makeup (mascara and eyebrow pencil), it made a difference. Picking out my outfit was mildly difficult but I settled on skinny jeans, a black/white striped t-shirt and a plaid green/purple shirt. Went with the white River Island trainers to finish it off.
Prior to leaving the house, I massively binge ate, four packets of crisps killed the anxiety. I was then ready to board the train, it took an hour to reach my destination but along the way, I got to see several beautiful white towns and villages.
The train station was an interesting sight, it’s respectably large, it was confusing finding my way around due to the intimidating size. Through the ticket gates, I saw one person from a previous meetup and after approaching him I saw another, the paki, “Yazim”, I wasn’t happy, I started repeatedly shouting “paki” at him. When I was done, I went over to the meetup point, took a phone and shared it with the thread, in the hopes that others would reply with their ETA. No one did, no one else was coming. Fortunately though, the white member of our 3 person party asked another white individual standing around if he was here for the meetup. He was, it shocked me, the guy wasn’t tall but he was good looking, skinny and well dressed.
Throughout the day, I learned more about him, he was friendless, he’s not an /r9k/ regular so had no idea who any of us were, he saw the meetup poster completely out of context and wanted to attend to make friends. He was exactly the person I hoped would be here, if not for the presence of the other two, I probably would have been able to solidify a friendship with him. Turns out Brit/pol/ is his main board and his political views are exactly the same as mine, he’s perfect. When the paki told him I was trans, his response was “MtF or FtM”, I took that as a compliment since people say I just look like a male with long hair. The only problem occurred later in the day when he expressed anti-trans viewpoints but that’s outweighed by how eager he is to meetup again, he’s just like me in that regard, bored, lonely, needing meetups for social interaction.
I had an itinerary for the day but the others ignored me and insisted we go to Burger King, I tried to explain that the museums close at 5pm and fast food places will be open until late, so we need to prioritise but it felt like they had already made up their minds. I went along and we ate on the top floor, I had a medium meal while the others had large ones. There was chatter, we got some funny looks due to the radical racial views expressed and the accusations of noncery. I was the last to finish my meal, a task I managed despite the others getting up to leave before I was done.
Once again I tried to push everyone towards a museum but they decided they’d rather wonder around for a while. There was a cool pub/arcade but it was fully booked up. Everyone then gave-in to me and we headed towards “The Royal Armouries Museum”, I led the way and it took about 15 minutes to reach the building, the rest of the group seemed displeased. We explored the place, viewing canons, swords, guns and armours. It was mostly a solo experience, not much talking took place at this time.
We walked by the river and then headed to the shopping centre, it’s easily one of the largest I’ve ever seen. One interest shared between us was video games, so CEX appeared to be worth a visit, we browsed for some time, the Brit/pol/ posted picked up a game worth £60 for only £18, I did warn him about the reputation of the store, they are known for selling fake games. He left after we were done with the store and the others also chose to leave, it was around 5pm, I’d have liked to have hung longer, had a drink but we must have looked a sorry sight, half the group was comprised of those of paki blood, no wonder the whites wanted to scarper.
I did not get on with Yazim at all, I tried to be nice again, understanding of his autism but everything out of his mouth was an insult, not even funny stuff, just personal attacks, it was impossible to have a proper conversation with him. Despite this, I’ll say I appreciate him travelling over an hour to reach the meetup today. He was also one of only 3 people who were prepared to spend any amount of time in my company, he might not like me and I don’t like him, I feel I deserve better but I don’t have many others who even care that much about me.
It felt like the train home took longer than the train to get in. I unwound at home, I wanted to play “Ni no Kuni” but I had to pay attention to my bedroom door, a workman would knock once he was finished installing the new toilet and I’d have to pay him. He seemed like a nice old man, he was of dark blood, too intelligent to be a paki. I spent part of my weeks wages on a new phone, a Xiaomi Pocophone F1. The order for the previous phone I ordered was cancelled due to a lack of stock.
I inadvertently ended up screwing over someone I once considered a friend from the Birmingham meetup, he helped me out since but more recently attacked me for having a negative view of one of his real friends. I feel quite guilty, hope he’s OK.