that feel when you finally have a use for relationship terminology, but none of it makes sense to you because all of it is predicated on the assumption that you subscribe to the dichotomy of “romantic” vs “[queer]platonic”– not to even mention the equally taxing concept that is “alterous”.
…that feel when some random guy chats you up while you’re sitting around in some government building for hours (ie. a DMV) so you have literally no means of escape and eventually he manages to get contact info out of you because you’re too nice and then he starts messaging you and flirting and you just want him to stop and go away because it’s annoyinnnnng.
