It's genuinely pathetic when someone thinks they have beef with me and I don't know they exist. Imagine the free time, insecurity, and emptiness required to manufacture imaginary drama. They're out here creating storylines, while I haven't even read the title. Full plots, side quests, emotional arcs, and I missed the memo entirely. Think of the notes they must keep, the timelines, the names, the rotating cast. I'd love to be the main character, but apparently I'm just on everyone's list. Color coded drama, mental spreadsheets, and imaginary meetings about me. Picture someone stopping me to announce they hate me and I ask, who are you. Meanwhile I don't even know what I'm doing with my life most days. I'm just debating what shade of blush matches my mood and outfit. The contrast is hilarious, they're at war, I'm getting ready.