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I say it a lot. Online and off. Offline, my sister, (Yes, the evil, middle one again) tells me I'm wrong for saying this. She says I should stand up and defend what I believe in and stop being such a passive mouse. But she never seems very happy.

And being happy IS what I believe in. I mean, sure, sometimes I want to get into it with people both off and online but then I stop and wonder why? Like, so what if someone disagrees with me? And, so what if I put in all kinds of time and energy into proving MY point and making sure the world knows I'M right and making myself all worked up and agitated and PMSY in the mean time? Like, why bother? Is the person I'm arguing with suddenly going to "see the light" and say, "Omg! Random is SO right. I will change my entire life now!" And then the world will make a statue of me with a big plaque that says: "Random is Right"

'Cuz when I stop and think about it all, I really don't care. If you need to be right. Ok, be right. I'm gonna' go be happy. And maybe go look for some unicorns.

And so I ask, Am I wrong for saying I'd rather be happy than be right?

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We met on a dating app—no, not Tinder—and he messaged me first. We talked for a few days and clicked fast. We’re both artists learning tattooing, traded art, hyped each other up, then moved to texting. He kept asking for selfies, calling me beautiful, and sending his back. He was cute, fit, tall enough without being towering, and covered in tattoos like me.

He wanted to hang out and hook up, but I needed childcare, so we planned for him to come over while my six-month-old napped and I monitored the baby the whole time. He even offered Starbucks and gas-station snacks, which I declined. When he arrived he hugged me, took off his shoes without being asked, admired my gaming setup, and cuddled with me on the couch. He complimented my hair, touched it gently, then kissed me. We hooked up and the chemistry was real—he was attentive, no awkwardness, very compatible.

Afterward we talked, and he said he’d probably come over again the next day. Before he came over I’d warned him my ex’s belongings were still there in trash bags by the door. When he noticed them at the end of the night he tensed and said I should get rid of them. I agreed, and he relaxed. He hugged and kissed me goodbye. I noticed dimples I’d never seen in photos, told him they were cute, and he abruptly said goodnight.

The next day he barely replied. Then out of nowhere he texted, “I think I’m gay lmao.” I couldn't tell if he was kidding. He said he was serious and had been thinking about it. I noticed he’d unmatched me on the app. I respected it but asked if this was just him disappearing after sex. He said it wasn’t about me, just stuff in his head. I told him if he ever figured things out he could text me. He promised he would and sent a black heart. We haven’t spoken since.

I’m 25, he’s 27, and I’d just left an abusive relationship. I wasn’t naïve—just enjoying my freedom. Still, the whole thing doesn’t make sense.