Too Stoned, Nintendo!

One time this guy said I treated him like “the flavor of the week.” The only effect it had on me was that I played the American Hi-Fi song of the same title (circa Now 7) on repeat all day: nearly blasting a speaker in my car. I think about this sometimes because I find myself singing sad songs in a fun, scary way that suggests I don’t emote.

I told the same guy once that I couldn’t believe I fell for someone who liked the Chainsmokers. He genuinely got mad about this and would quote it back to me when we’d get in fights. It was as if the comment was so gut-wrenching, so insulting, that I had obliterated a part of his soul by speaking it aloud. Maybe I did.

And maybe I don’t emote.