I guess I need to find a relationship so I can use Facebook to find somebody else to fuck, then.
This article makes me feel more confident in my choice not to reconnect with the married-ex-high-school-boyfriend who came sniffing through my DMs not-that-long-ago-or-that-recently. I didn't really need the boost but I don't mind it. I mean, literally this whole paragraph: lil
Their day-to-day life has nothing to do with yours — not anymore, anyway. In many cases, perhaps the majority of cases, you follow and chat with this individual because you remember him or her fondly, as he or she might remember you; the memories are from a simpler time in your lives, when you were in college, or high school, when maybe you had a lot more sex, and when nervous possibility was in the air. (You’re probably remembering it with more fondness than it merits.) Your life was about going to class, and smoking weed, and working a crappy part-time job with no real responsibilities so that you’d have enough money to afford frivolous, enjoyable garbage.