u/GDZL1

Since everyone is coming forward with their perspective, I believe it's important that my side of the story be heard as well.

I am a wallet, a tool made to serve a purpose, a simple one. I am used to sitting in side and back pockets of pants and being carried in hand, day in and day out. It was a peaceful life.

However, everything changed after that dastardly shalwar pocket came into play. Imagine sitting in that shalwar pocket for hours upon hours, it was dark, it was moist, it was shaky at times, it was uncomfortably close to things that will not be mentioned. It was suffocating, I felt violated.

Please try to look at things from my point of view, I finally felt seen when the girl sympathized with my situation and took a stand for me. All I could do was just sit on the table in silence but I felt a twisted sense of relief in that moment as she walked away from that monster who put me in the shalwar pocket.