A little backstory first, I was the first in my group of friends to move out and start living on my own about 7 years ago. A few of them to this day still live with their parents. Eventually, I was living on my own, in a pretty decent sized apartment, where I had a pretty decent collection nicely spread out and displayed among two rooms and a living room. My friends are all aware of my collection of random toys, figures, statues, etc; in fact they actually were the reason I got into the whole thing in the first place, so not only are they OK with it, they do it themselves.
This event happened about 2 years into living there, when a group of friends came over and we all hung out. One of our friends shows up with a random girl around our ages, and by random I mean no one but the friend knew who she was and didn't know why he brought her, he wasn't one of those guys that goes around with random girls, and we all knew there wasn't anything serious going on between them, so it was odd to say the least. I didn't think much of it, I let them in and honestly I was happy to have people over my house to spend time with.
Soon later the woman starts "bullying" me for my collections, the pictures on the wall, the games being played on the TV, pretty much everything I had to my name, she had a little insult about. Worse yet, the guy who brought her egged her on and put up this little act and started joining in with her, even though the guy is the BIGGEST FUCKING WEEABOO I know. Eventually they all left and I was there wondering what happened, Time past, and I moved out of the apartment to be closer to my job. To this day all the stuff I had collected and displayed previously sits in boxes in my bedroom and living room.
I don't know why the shit the "friend" and the random woman he brought with him affected me as much as it did, but it did. I can't see the guy without immediately thinking about that day, and he probably didn't even think much of it, the stupid motherfucker
