Last year, I asked a friend for some advice. He admitted, first, that he was underqualified to give it. (This is how happy people preface everything.) Then he sent me a lyric from a Los Campesinos! song from 2008, implying that I should go ahead and consider it applicable to my present romantic imbroglio.
It went like this: “I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love / is to like the other slightly less than you get in return.”
“Hmmm,” I told him. “Yeah.”
Yeah. “This advice is not only cynical but also titanically stupid, and bad news for the people who love you,” I thought, quietly. Though, it would be less than two weeks before I’d sit across from that friend in a purple-lit bar with a name I forgot before I finished…