Friday, June 7, 2019

Don’t Call It A Bug

If you didn’t specify what you wanted, don’t call it a bug when you receive something different. Call it a wish that you failed to express, a dream that you neglected to disclose, a secret desire that you never shared with the one person who could have made it come true. Call it that, because my inability to read your mind is not a bug. It’s a feature.


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