But we put up with it for so many reasons. The possibility that our story isn’t perfect, that people aren’t perfect, that our person is just having a rough patch and it’ll smooth out soon, and because, if you’re in your late twenties, you’re running out of time. We tell people there are specific set-in-stone ages they have to be somebody, find somebody, or else they’re fucked, and it’d be cool if that stopped.
