There are two boys that send me music. When one sends me a song, I send it to the other. Then that one sends me a song back, so I send it to the first. They both think I have great taste in music, but I don't; they do. They're musical soul mates and they'll never know it.
My stocks as a person have never been more down than when Matty Healy was being widely cancelled for “appearing on a racist podcast” while dating Taylor Swift and a dear friend, in front of a girl I liked, asked me “hey, is that not the one you like?”