I want to say "It could feel like the overwhelming need to jizz, but blood and mucous instead of.
Once a month, the penis would kind of just feel weird, as if your junk was kicked mildly.
Mildly... Not enough to make you experience an episode of writhing, ball-busting, nut-cracking, immobalizing pain like being kicked, but enough to make you asusume the feotal pos when you're idling.
Once a month, you experience mood swingsAnd there I was, in the terminal.
Terminal A5, it was about 5pm, close to boarding time. I had my favorite jeans on, my wristana, and my Dixon dress on. Okay, it's a shirt, but it's a size too big for me, it's a they had.
I was sitting here on the bench. The only thing I heard was the intercom telling people to go here and there, notifying what gate was getting ready to board. The normal stuff, nothing unusual.
I was taking a nap in my dream. The dream started with me waking up, and I looked around, looked at my surroundings. I saw no one, I was alone.
I sat down and thought to myself "It's wrong, this is wrong, I'm dreaming." I turned my music back on and paid attention to my phone. Reddit was slow to update on a saturday...
Reddit was not loading anything but what was uploaded an hour ago. I opened up /new, and the last update was an hohr ago. My service was at 4 bars, this had to be wrong.
I stood up, picked up my carry-on and decided to walk around before they called for boarding. First shop, second, third, the restaurants, they were all empty. The hallway was empty.
"Henry, party of two, Henry, party of two, please see me at the podium."
I stood in fear, breathing became laboured, thoughts started racing, my family came to mind.
I turned around, and started to walk back to my terminal. A5. 5:33. Boarding hadn't started yet. As I walked into the area, I saw someone preparing to get people into boarding.
I sat down, and glanced at the employee. He glanced at me in return.
Whatever recovery I had, it had failed to keep me calm. I started to freak out some more in my seat. To combat this, I picked my phone back up, put my ear buds back in my ear, and started breathing in a way to combat anxiety.
I didn't have anxiety, it was something different....
A few minutes after I glanced over, I heard my name being called to board. "Nathan, Party of one, please see me at the podium"
I unknowingly pulled out my pass and walked towards the podium. The employee took my pass to scan it, and handed it back to me.
"Mo't szo tue." I felt myself blurt out "Mo't szo tue." It meant I was questioning the safety of this man in my gibberish I fabricated.
"Kuh lee knue, Riyadh. Bah't lah my wei." I was halfway entering the gate, and I heard the man firmly say "Don't worry, Riyadh. We're your friends."
He noticed I was frozen in shock, out his hand on my shoulder and asked me "First time flying?" in English.
"Naw ree lih'nye gen. Pugo kuh'r, I'm not afraid of you."
He let go of me, and called for the rest to enter the gate.