die Discokugel (n.)

He loves it. He first showed this stuff to me last year. Somebody told him about this thing called tumblr. We didn’t know what the hell Tumblr was, but someone said, “You should look on this,” so we did, and one day, he just said to me, “You’ve got to see this because there are people putting my body on, like, the heads of cats!” And I said ok, and then he said “And Ben’s like a cat, and I’m like a hedgehog, and they’re comparing me to hedgehogs, and it’s quite cute!” And we would just sit there, laughing.

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.