>>11592929im an architect now, once i was in college and we were waiting for the class to start, it was a while in and some groups were formed, i was already the weird one i came in dressed almost as bad as you can still be let in at colelge and usually with unkempt hair, and unbathed, college was destroying me, also i looked like shit from sleeping little, so these guys were the epitome of normalcy, they were a group of chill kids, normies, good guys probably, some girls some boys, the girls were kinda hot, and they were discussing how the moon landings didnt happen, they kept saying things like " yeah the films look so fake, why didnt they come back" etc
and i was listening i felt an urge to intervene, but it was like a friendly urge, i just wanted to make friends so i was sitting just close enough to be heard and i blurted out "theres objective proof they went there
-silence in the air
i realize they didnt take what i say in the playful manner i meant, they just looked at me probably because i was seen as a crazy hobo and were equally disgusted and afraid of me, but i couldnt see it back then. one of them ventured "well i read that the radiation would have killed them"
and i started to correct him, again trying to be friendly but realizing that as time went on i was feeling more and more anxious.
"they just went quickly trough it, radiation is a well measured phenomena and it only increases your chances of having an issue but if the dose is low..."
inmediately, but like, RIGHT AFTER finishing explaining the radiation bit i started talking about the delta v of the rockets, the telemetry followed by soviets, the many witnesses the hardware the mirrors on the moon" and as i talked i realized i was getting more and more uncontrolably anger, my voice was trembly and alternating between deep lows and some squeals y was clenching the table hard with both hands looking straigh ahead and down while my eyes were getting noticeable teary(cont)
