i told my mom i was casually seeing someone i didn’t see a future with. i told her i was just having fun and it was true - i was just having fun. how much fun was questionable but it was fun enough. i showed her a photo i took of him on a disposable camera. i thought it was a good photo. it looked nostalgic and soft in a way that only disposable cameras can portray. she took a quick glance and didn’t bother to zoom in. as she sipped her aperol spritz, she groaned. ethaney. please. she sounded exasperated and confused all in the same breath. what is wrong with me just wanting to have fun i ask her. is fun so bad? she rolled her eyes and said, just for fun doesn’t exist for you.
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