in trying to find a post i back-dated on tumblr (hey, found out you can back-date on tumblr btw, thats really fucking funny), i was taken to the very very beginning of my blog and experienced the psychological tsunami of rediscovering an old friend i used to talk to nearly every fucking day in the MSN days, who apparently has not changed their online handle in over 11 years
we grew apart because they briefly became the kinda "ironic" nearly alt-right terminally online that happens to people that spent a lot of time trolling whatever platform they were on and probably maybe spending time on /b/. i'm pretty sure they got in a big fight with me for "overreacting" when trump got elected and that was the end of our already-on-its-way-out friendship.
lurking their twitter though they seem really normal now. LMAO. i saw them mention making "an ACAB joke in front of strangers on accident" and also they support the rail strike so. maybe they realized they were starting to be awful. idk. cant wait for them to not follow me back because they wont recognize my handle