Nic Narrates

Sometimes I really fucking hate the Internet. The way it enables people to have separate lives, conversations, flirtations. I hate google in particular. The way it enables those lives to become less separate. Knowing too much is right at my fingertips.

You think you know a person, and then you google them, and learn all sorts of things. Things that lend themselves to questions you cannot ask. Tell me more, you want to say, tell me more about her.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a locked drawer, mysterious box, or set of online search results…if you go looking, you’re bound to find.

Filed under: boys suck, card games hurt my feelings, creative time management, dirty laundry, knowing, poor choices, quiet desperation by Nic