You know those old Apple stories on forklore.org? That's how those people felt about you. And soon these tiny details will get lost in the fray. It's something

You know those old Apple stories on forklore.org? That's how those people felt about you. And soon these tiny details will get lost in the fray. It's something we humans are good at. Smushing events, things, people, happenings into a ball, condensing it over time into a singular emotive feeling, of happiness, sadness, of acceptance or rejection. And winners write the history so they have a good head start. And the rest of us, especially now, are just media creators that contribute to the narrative contributing to that binary feeling of happiness or sadness, of acceptance or rejection. And in a few more cycles most of it won't matter. Not the drama that rise on here, not the bullshit that happens at the parties, not yelling, screaming, not the kindness, nor mercy sometimes. It won't matter. As long as that condensed emotion in your heart is agreeable. Because that's what we are. Humans being fed stories, "real" or "fake" until we die.