Once I saw a movie where I was chilling with some pals while we reflected on things. I'd just finished telling my gal that it wasn't her, it was me, when she said she'd been planning to cancel me anyway. I figured it was time to show off my GOAT best hype and trash the three months we'd been together a bit.
Welp, that turned out to be problematic. When I was done she blew me off with a chef's kiss motion, said she could care less about what I thought and ultimately it is what it is.
That burned my biscuits. I said "What about when you dated Rodney? Were you happier then?" But she said that was whataboutism. I tried shipping us back together, but much like when the Seattle Mariners played last season and we sucked on ice, she wasn't having it.
Then I had an idea. "Hot take," I said, "why don't we share some popcorn or pizza pie and wash it down with some Coke?" She called me a bootlicker for the soda corporations and said she'd never set foot in my man cave again. :(
It was an overrated flick anyway. Long story short all I have left is my growth hacking strategies biz. Yikes. What a hill I chose to die on.
Which I suppose is my answer.
