I grew up always confused about how much I should care about things. Not about how I felt, but about how seriously I was supposed to take certain things—school, rules, reading, playing. I had always wished there was a manual of sorts. I don't know if any of you ever felt like that, like the things that mattered to you were not serious, and the serious things never felt like they mattered.

And now I sit in front of my laptop once again, writing these words because... because I want to. Because this is a whim that feels important.

We are brought up with this idea of being strategic and planning for life, of seeking stability, and it makes sense—no one wants to be without money, no one wants to live in chaos, Trainspotting* is not something we should aspire to.

Somewhere along the line we learn that the joy of whims is evil, that it makes us undisciplined, so we suppress it, we let it fade and embrace normalcy. Thing is... this works. Boring choices work. The beaten path is well-traveled for a reason.

And then you find yourself, years into the future, not starving, not too afraid, and bored out of your head. And the world is shouting at you to hustle, to monetize your hobbies, and... we fall into that trap. Somewhere in there we lose ourselves to isolation. It's comforting in a way.

Isolation is tempting, almost aspirational. We think of these geniuses of the before—Newton, Descartes, whoever—the lone brilliant mind working in their cave, unbothered. It's almost a stoic aesthetic, and we fall for it.

The truth is, every good idea I ever had came from connection. From interaction and conversation. Every word I devoured from pages, every moment of eye strain to read the small print—it was someone. Someone's voice speaking through the page. And I listened. I disagreed. I talked back in notes on the margins.

Every friend that started talking about random things... every skipped class because we had better things to do, to talk about. It never felt like we knew everything. In fact, this life has been a journey of learning how much I don't know.

It doesn't scare me anymore.

And then there is love, in all of its forms—the platonic, the familial, the romantic.

I think the people that eschew love or dismiss it as a lesser concern truly do not understand it. I was one of those people, taught that the word love was Hallmark movies, bad marriages, and spouses plotting against you.

It's not. It's simply not.

Love is staying on the phone and talking your friend out of ending it all, getting them to put the gun down. Love is accepting you need help. Love is not stomping on people's joy. And above all else, love requires understanding, understanding requires connection, and connection cannot happen in isolation.

Don't get me started on Hallmark movies. I loathe them for a myriad of reasons. I am deeply critical of anything that teaches us to be adversarial to one another. There is a difference between caution and looking over your shoulder at every step of life.

I mentioned in an article that this app started as a joke, and that's what makes it serious. Because in that moment we all laughed. We all shared a little joy.

So yes, that is why memes exist. A meme is shared understanding. It implies a community. Being in on the joke is just another word for being included.

I think the best ideas in this life are born from passion shared. And you can call that corny or naive—we are naive. We are born with so little in terms of defaults. Naivete is a mechanism through which we explore. It's assumptions we test.

This app is nothing without people in on it. Without the laugh that it will get when someone downloads the extension and it looks so vibecoded. When someone visits and signs up and they are swiping next to their Lovable or Bolt project.

I'm launching on Product Hunt because that's what you do. I'm following the joy here, the community. Whoever reads this, whoever resonates, whoever feels something from this.

Life is too short to stay jaded, and love is too precious to reduce to a single category.

*Trainspotting (1996) — Choose life, and all that.

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