Me: *watching a random youtuber writer spew so-called writing advice/updates*

Me: *watching a random youtuber writer spew so-called writing advice/updates*

The dude: *bored, leans over my shoulder to watch as well*

Me: Dude, if you want to watch youtube, turn on your phone (translated to: leave me alone to suffer through this video. Also, I'm embarrassed to be watching this)

The dude: Why are you watching this? Why is she shouting at us? She makes me anxious.

Me: I know, me too.

The dude: So, is she a good writer or not?

Me: No idea, she hasn't punlished anything.

The dude: *eyes bulging*

Me: *watches/suffers through a bit more*

The dude: *suffers with me*

Me: *gives up, switches to an @aliceoseman video*

The dude: *watches her play the opening theme of pnp on the piano*

The dude: Hey, you like that too! She looks cool.

Me: I showed you one of her books in the bookstore the other day, remember? Radio Silence. I've read her other book. She's really good.

The dude: *Listens to her talk. Her house is decorated for Christmas*

The dude: *snuggles next to me and we watch together*

The dude: Why does the other one do videos, if she can't stop yelling at us?

Me: There are so many who post such videos...At least there are one or two good ones. Literally.

The dude: Watch only them then. Yeah?

Me: Yeah. Big time.