Sponsee slept over last night, and she’s downstairs now cuddling with one of my cats and my kid watching Strawberry Shortcake. 

I’m worried I’m not a good enough writer to try.

See, anything I say after that needs to be written Well. It won’t be, because of the mindset I’m in now, all noodly.

Each sentence takes forever.

I use social media like this, and like that, and kind of like it’s not there. It’s a photo album and a status check and a stage. I use it in almost all the ways folks use it, and then also just like an old person uses it. I like to keep the pictures I take organized. I don’t tag them.

I use it this way, I guess, because I am now. I use it for affirmations and rarely, but still, for insults. I do not feel as if I have to not.

I’m ideally never gonna be one of those people that doesn’t have a TV because I like TV, I like stories, and if stories are on TV I want one. I’m ideally never gonna be one of those people that judges social media use because it’s already at a point where we have difficulty connecting to others, so why not use social media to spark what’ll ideally someday be a physical hug. But also, maybe not. Growing up my best friends were always on social media.

I don’t know, man. Let’s not become those old people that hate the shape of progress because it’s not the same shape it used to be.