Sometimes I look at the number in my queue and wonder if it’s pointless, if the bloom has faded on my obsession, if I’m just keeping it going out of habit (over three years now, btw).
Then I watch this dork spend forty minutes saying hi to everyone (everyone) and fixing his bangs and showing off his Toy Story collection and singing every song request and talking about going to home to sleep on New Year’s because parties are overrated.
And I’m like “nahhhhhh we still cool.”
The Obsessive Dilettante 