Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.
I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.
I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.
That day, Erik was amazed to discover that when Charles punched him in the face, what he meant was “YOU FUCKING BROKE MY SPINE AND LEFT ME FOR DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I HATE YOU I KEPT OUR GODDAMN CHESS SET.”