Creepy Incel Story Plus Some Depression

I half-accuse someone of being an incel and complain about my sadness

I had a funny run-in this week with someone who rubbed me wrong.

Not the guy in the picture. He’s a former “The Bachelorette” contender or some shit like that. We did a panel together at Politi-Con back in 2018 and, to this day, I have no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

Something kinda weird happened yesterday.

I work at the Universal Studios lo…