I’m at an age now where people stop being “I’s” and become “We’s”. And it’s hard to be one of the only remaining “I’s” in a world of “We’s”. It’s hard to be an “I”, when the other “I’s” are getting their mates to take photos of them at the gym to add to their Tinder profile along with captions like “Luv da boiz and lifting at da gym and not looking for anything serius (sic.)”

Well… at least we both love boys and the gym, I guess.