Okay okay so I was at Party City like 5 minutes before closing and I felt bad about it but I needed to get some shit and the person at the counter was like imma head in the back if that’s okay, grab me when ur ready to check out and I was like yeah man that’s lit so I was just walking around looking at shit
but THEN I saw this mysterious item on the ground and I was like whoa dude what’s that and so I picked it up right and it’s this tiny little plastic batman boomerang and I was alone in Party City at like 9 at night looking for something to keep me from jumping off a bridge so of course I wanted to throw it but also I have crippling social anxiety so I didn’t want to get the attention of the employee
but I was so depressed and anxious and shit and I was so desperate for something to mean anything that I was like this is a sign this tiny ass plastic batman boomerang is a fucking sign and I’m gonna throw it right now because why the fuck not right and so I’m getting ready to throw it, even though there was no logical reason to do that, the only thing that made me want
to throw it was my deeply spiritual beliefs that were telling me that it was a sign, that this batman boomerang was a sign from god not to kill myself and a part of me truly believed that if I threw this boomerang it would come back to me, even though all
laws of physics told me otherwise and so I was like gearing up to throw the God Boomerang but also psyching myself out because again, crippling anxiety, and then finally I was just like do it pussy and I THREW THE GOD BOOMERANG
and I just watched it hit the ground and realized that a tiny, hopeful part of me had honestly thought that it would return and that was so fucking funny to me that I just started cracking up in the middle of this Party City, and I was so loud that the guy
heard me and started walking towards where I was and I was like oh shit gotta stop laughing so hard and then I realized how sad it was that I was forcing myself to stop laughing when I needed joy so badly and that
made me start crying even louder than I was laughing and I just sat down on the ground and picked up the boomerang and the employee found me and I threw it at him and left and that’s why I’m never going to Party City again