Imagine you go to this party. And there’s a lot of cliques. It’s the big shots, the jocks, the popular kids. You are not in that category. But you try to weasel your way in and fit in. And so does another random guy you’ve never seen before. And another. And another. You see other random people doing the same thing with the other cliques too. They’re being kind enough to let you stand there but they aren’t talking to you or anything. In fact, they’re whispering about you under their breath.

Well, this guy named Luke sees that and he’s like “Yo screw those guys. Let’s go have fun without them.” So you follow Luke and y’all are having a blast. Then the other guys that were awkwardly standing around the clique you were in come over too. Then the guys that tried to fit in to the other cliques. What do you know, we’re having the time of our lives. We don’t need to be around other people to have this fun either, we’re all just being ourselves. We’re having so much fun that these popular big shots are mad that we’re having fun.

And guess what. We don’t give a fuck. nostr:note103rtv34234c0qc0w2v04nuzh4uvvf78zxft4kjt2dvf0q334zrgsl97t83