GOD DAMN IT, FACEBOOK, I’ve told you SIX TIMES NOW, show me LESS of that person, don’t PUT HER ON TOP OF MY FEED every time. EVERY TIME.
I’m starting to suspect I’m part of one of their social experiments wherein they know the relationship’s over and they’re all “I wonder how long she holds out before straight up unfollowing this person. TEST IT, TEST IT”
sometimes, like when trying to find a book we will both enjoy enough to finish (thanks for all the assistance, typesetjez!), the fact that Jake’s taste and my entertainment tastes differ drastically is a bother; but most of the time, by absorbing his interests by proxy and presence, it serves as fertile ground into which I can plant my writerly voice.
