You read that right.
“…will you minecraft marry me”
They were two fifteen year olds on the server I used to moderate. Apparently there was a bit of drama (iDrama, really, or perhaps mDrama, if you want to be game-specific) going on about who was “minecraft married” to someone else.
I laughed my ass off.
Because I remember. I remember how bloody important everything seemed back then. How vital, how necessary.
And how little it all means now.
We all do it. We forget how insignificant all of our failures and successes are to the world at large when they happen, and how trivial they are to us later in our lives.1
We forget when we suffer our current victories, our current setbacks.
It will be insignificant soon enough.
This too will pass.
1 Sure, you can be that high-school football glory days guy, or Mrs. Haversham, or any of the other iterations of that person stuck in the past. But that such exceptions are memorable demonstrates the rarity of them.