jakelodwick:

outrage (via chromogenic)

I remember two years ago, when ‘the Internet’ to me met sending group emails to my old college roommates. Writing was done in notebooks and I called my friends long distance with calling cards (for serious).

I remember the day friend Lindsay started posting JakobandJulia (ha!) videos from these two on my facebook wall, demanding me to watch. At the time I was working as a live-in nanny and spent my days writing in journals and watching crying through more Oprah than I care to admit, a lot of time on my hands and a lot of growing up of my own to do.

And so I consumed the lives of these people until all hours of the night, watching Julia post photos then take them down, write tl;dr’s before there was even such a word, I’d search self-help aisles for the books she recommended, I’d email her suggestions for her Time Out New York column (do you guys think I’m kidding? I’m not kidding!), and I would see Jakob on Bedford Avenue and double back past Tastee Delite to catch another glimpse of him, squeezing Lindsay’s forearm as we craned our necks to look.

I could not believe, and ha, can believe even less now, how obsessed I became with the entire drama, which was, with equal parts embarassment and fascination, when I realized that the lives of ‘regular people’ (ha, well) can be, and are, just as compelling.

Two years later I work at Tumblr and no longer call my friends with calling cards and the Internet is as wide as the sky- no, wider- and both of these two come into the office pretty often, but on different days.

And I always act pretty fucking nonchalant.