In my early 20s, gaggles of teenage girls scared me. If I saw three walking the other way (the 12-15 range), I’d cross the street.
Why? Everything and everybody is a toy to them, especially guys.
Felt very awkward being cornered with the game playing and the fake flirting. It wasn’t even the least bit flattering because I was a toy. I moved on as quickly as possible and kept walking if temporarily cornered. Hence: My dislike of humans in groups of three. They get… strange.
“For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”. Even when I was religious, three was the number, not so much two. Man woman child. Man woman cat. Cat dog human. cat cat cat. Doesn’t matter. Some kind of weird inbetween thing happens. Probably related to the “three body” problem in gravity.
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