For example, consider this situation:
I am going on a roadtrip to Montreal. To OSHEAGA. To see bands like MUMFORD AND SONS and New Order and Phoenix and Vampire Weekend and Two Door Cinema Club and Hollerado…But wait. I’m going with my wonderful boyfriend. Who I met in Paris.
Yeah. ME, I am in a relationship. And it’s fucking fantastic and unexpected and just, aghh. He is amazing and sweet and he has the perfect music taste. PERFECT. That’s a big deal people.
WHO’S LIFE AM I LIVING. This is not my life. This cannot be real. This just. WHAT. I can’t even.