Secret Tumblr Decoded

“HA! I wonder if this one’s me.”

“Who am I kidding? I’m probably that one.”

“Eeesh. I hope that one isn’t me.”

“Heh. It’d be nice if that one was about me, but it probably isn’t.”

“That one isn’t me, but I wonder who it is.”

“Oh crap, I’m going to be late for History class. Oh wait, this isn’t 1989 and I’m no longer in high school.”

(Note: since none of us really know each other, let me make it clear, this is not meant as a dig at Zolora, who, very cleverly IMO, articulated something that is probably true for a lot of people on Twitter. Including me. This is a dig at my own mental processes, which I can now enjoy a whole lot more, happily married and with a life I enjoy, than I did in high school, but which is nevertheless still there. At least for me. I’m sure I’m the only one. Although I have no Secret Tumblr crushes. Well, except that one.)

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