The fall meant that the colder climate's weathers were arriving, and we would be moving into this home soon, I repeat. SOON. So it had been seemingly my mission to traverse and find some warm pants, jackets, boots, even. Now at this time I had not worn pants in fucking forever, sensory issues were really bad unfortunately with the acception of when I was taking horse riding lessons, but turns out the gender euphoria had been unbeknownst to me until then, come to think of it. Having longer hair gave me more gender euphoria than with short hair... weird. So my dad and I go to this Dick's Sporting Goods and no, unfortunately, the name was misleading, no packers in sight. I will note, however, I saw something quite... alarming about this Dick's Sporting Goods. It was large, had two escalators leading to the upper floor however, I immediately took it as a rather threatening design, looking around the start of the escalators, I saw blue canoes, they were sideways, and hug to the sides of each escalator, like a decorum to the railing, but once I looked up, I saw a rather gigantic photo of Dwayne The Rock Johnson posted up there like a stadium screen. In all his glory. However, terror set in once I looked from afar more from the photo and noticed more blue canoes circling the depiction of The Rock amongst the escalators. It felt like I was violating an ancient shrine, like Dwyane The Rock Johnson's eyes would've started moving from the picture as my father and I traversed upwards to the second floor, the blue canoes radiating an almost unwelcome energy.
As depicted here.