I have bought 4 copies of The Illicit Happiness of Other People by Manu Joseph till date. 3 of them were gifted to friends and the 4th one was my copy lent to a friend, never to be seen again. The loss feels very personal. What I felt while reading the book cannot be expressed in words. Everytime I gift (or lend) the book, am waiting with bated breath for their response. I doubt even Manu Joseph cares this strongly about the reviews of his book. If a friend loves the book, my friendship with him/her is validated and if he/she is unmoved, am immensely disappointed in him/her. I am on a mission to bring this book into the lives of everyone I care about.
(If we are friends and you haven’t read the book, hold on, a package is on it’s way).
A friend mentioned that my followers aren’t invested in my IG stories. They are just swiping right while bored. I was very, very shocked. After all the effort and time put into making my stories interesting, by whoring personal details about my life, nobody is even giving them a thought? Unbelievable. Are people rushing through my stories like I rush through theirs? Are the interest levels so little on both sides? This is the worst news EVER.
Possessiveness is an emotion I am unfamiliar with. Or so I like to claim. When my friendship is threatened from outside forces, I do the most sane and logical thing. I distance myself from the source of affection. Because you can either express yourself to the friend and tell them exactly what’s bothering you or you can clam up and let the opponent step into your position. I always choose the easier option since that keeps my life simpler. If I lose one of very few friends because of possessiveness I refuse to admit to, so be it.
(No context to this at all. Just random musings).