This constant back-and-forth pattern of people going “oh, this particular cultural product, I love it so much, it’s like it was made for me and it is perfect,” then five minutes later turning around and going “oh fuck, fished in again, it’s actually not perfect at all and I am so disappointed in its creators and myself”…maybe if we could all just accept that love isn’t ownership and we have no control over anything, then take what we like and toss the rest? I mean, I guess it sucks, but it’s kept me sane thus far, as a philosophy.
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