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Listening to stories your friends tell you

First thing she told me about him was that he had weird style. A 2015 hypebeast who got a gig vibe curating for organic grocery stores. That’s what she told me about him. She showed me a picture of him where he had his lips all pursed up like he was trying to show off his jawline— but in a knowing, self-effacing “don’t I look so silly making this handsome pouty face” way. Shortly after she asked me to look at this picture & make fun of him & after I had complied, she told me something interesting. “He’s got this car. It’s a complete, from scratch model of the car from that lindsay Lohan movie herbie, fully loaded.” I sat up, cross legged ”not just the chassis, not just the engine, the whole thing. He found concept art & behind the scenes schematics of herbie. He tracked down each part & made absolute sure to get them as authentically as possible. He didn’t include anything unfaithful to the original vision. He mentioned something about being unable to be unfaithful to it. That working on ’Him’, he kept calling the car ‘Him’, that this was his way of discovering what faith meant.” This confused me, so i asked my friend to keep explaining. “It’s like— here’s the way he put it. It’s like this, you can get a ready made replica of just about any famous car you could dream of jsut by knowing the right people. But a replica is not “Him”. He told me that he had no interest in driving something sold to him with ‘authenticity’, it’s ‘faithfulness’ being a POINT OF SALE.” I was intrigued, so I asked her point blank what she thought he got out of the whole thing. She gazed up at the ceiling for a while, I think looking at the same daddylonglegs that I was looking at earlier. The one with the big orb of eggs attached to its thorax. an orb that would burst & bring forth 10 million babydaddylonglegs into my home. After a few moments of spidergazing, she told me this, this is what she told me. Like the words were being sucked from her mouth. ”I don’t know. It might be some weird type of prayer, like he’s building himself an idol or a god or a friend or a father or a lover. He told me that when he’s inside ‘Him’, he feels in control. He feels safe. Powerful. His hands are on the wheel & Herbie responds perfectly to everything he does. There’s no resistance, like Herbie is an extension of his own flesh almost. He insists that he can hear Herbie whisper words of encouragement to him. There was something vaguely sexual about it all. It’s weird Jake, but I couldn’t tell if he was gonna laugh or cry or kiss me. And I wanted him. Badly. It was the most honest a man had ever been with me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” I asked her if she planned on seeing him again. “I don’t know. Maybe. You know I don’t have a car. Thing is that he lives far away & the drive is kind of a bitch.”

@steelyfan1998

Dec 16, 2024

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my friend alex from 3rd grade

I was a bit of a menace in elementary school. I was very hyperactive and restless and had some authority issues, and on top of that just generally didn’t fit in well with a lot of my peers. the friends I did have all belonged to the same sort of social misfit group as me, and alex was one of these friends. he was a pretty edgy kid and probably had some anger issues looking back on it. his home life was also a bit rough, I think one of his parents had some serious medical issues. he was also a jewish kid in a exceedingly waspy environment and was new to the school, so there were a lot of reasons he probably felt othered there. he and I used to play together at recess every day with two girls and pretend like we were the characters in the Spiderwick Chronicles, collecting weird rocks and cicada wings and pretending like they were goblin teeth and fairy wings. alex and I would also hang out after school sometimes, usually at his house because he had Halo and Call of Duty and I wasn’t allowed to have violent video games at home. sometimes we’d sneak into construction sites of houses that were still being built and just mess around. we’d go up on the roofs and sit and talk for a while, getting about as “deep” as a conversation between 9 year olds could be. mostly it was commiserating about feeling out of place and talking about which girls we liked. eventually we had some kind of falling out, I forget exactly what happened but I seem to recall that there was some tension over us both liking the same girl. my mom also thought he was a bad influence so she stopped sending me to playdates at his place. I think we both went to the same middle school and high school but ran in very different circles, so we didn’t interact at all after elementary school. years later I looked him up on socials out of curiosity and found out that he had become a radical zionist and I think he was a part of one of those programs where foreigners can volunteer for the IDF. i think he moved there and now is working for a non-profit supporting the IDF. I’m personally ideologically aligned entirely on the other side of the spectrum from him, but thinking on it now it makes sense to me how someone who grew up feeling alienated would be attracted to the zionist narrative. still it’s crazy to me how differently people’s lives can play out despite at one point sharing similar environments

@royallmonarch

May 27, 2024

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Meeting a real life wizard.

My friends and I were bored last night so we looked for things to do in our town because there's usually nothing. On Google maps we find a place that was a "boarding school for witches, ghouls, and monsters" so of course we get in the car and pull up. Once there it is obviously a witches house. An old 1800s building with glowing pumpkins out front. Red lanterns illuminating the windows and so many random things in the backyard including a circus tent. This had to be a witches house. So we approach and knock on the door. We are pretty certain it's just someone's house but it's a Tuesday night at 7pm what's the worst that could happen. We wait for a moment until we see a light turn on and a disheveled man in his pajamas, a big orange beard and a trucker hat opens the door and says "hello?" Looking at us quizzically. I say "hello is this ****** - boarding school for witches, ghouls and monsters? We found it on Google maps and are curious." He chuckles a little and says "let me explain. Come inside." We enter a dimly lit living room decorated with antiques and ominous knick knacks. Dozens of candles hung from the ceiling and he takes a seat on a large throne in the corner. We sit on plush antique couches as he begins to tell us about his passion project. It turns out his whole entire home was basically an art installation and a manifesting of his life into a fantasy world story. He has lived in his artwork for atleast the last 14 years since he moved into the home and you can tell he cares about it deeply. He tells us how it's morphed and changed for years as he's lived and grown. He wants to make a TV show or a movie and that's what all of this has been for. He's done many things like haunted houses, mercantiles, fantasy experiences, but as of recently he got married 6 months ago and has 7 step children now. His art project has morphed and become more functional. Where he used to live in his characters bedroom he now lives in his own with his wife who is a costume designer. They work together to bring his story to life. He gave us a tour of every room in his home. Each eclectically decorated with antiques and knickknacks his dedication has attracted him. One was an original glass domed framed photograph of a women's father from the early 1900s gifted to him. And strewn about the home was hundreds of dolls and doll parts. He has acquired these from a random phone call from a man he has never talked to, but he offered him $30,000 worth of antique turn of the century dolls and doll parts. This man just attracts the most amazing things. His laundry room was half decorated as a wizards mercantile expertly hand crafted shelves and signage marked hand crafted wands, brooms, wood jewelry and so much more. He told us the story of how down in southern Utah he discovered a tri split winding tree alone in the middle of the desert. He harvested this ancient tree and turned it into 3 sister brooms all gorgeously crafted. We talked with him for an hour and a half and we learned about his TV show he wants to start shooting this year. And about his dreams for what he wants to do with it. We gave him tips on social media and short form content to share his passion and we learned much about each other. We met a very interesting man yesterday.

@Javy

Mar 5, 2025

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Graduating with a b.a. in english

bc it’s what I originally wanted when I first went to college at 17 but I was scared to make writing my job and got a B.S. in Nutrition instead lol Now the goal is an eventual PhD in Victorian Literature but I’m just happy to have made it through this part at 32! Stacked is everything I read in my English courses—barely pictured are the 5 stuffed accordion folders of other reading materials under my chair haha

@thickrimmedgirl

May 16, 2024

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Showers + imaginary conversations/arguments

the only place i win the social interaction

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Aug 21, 2024

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Feeling confident and delusional about something at the same time

conflusional. delonfident, even

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