my brother signed me up for a relationship program.
he said it’s modern and efficient and “would help.”
help what, exactly?
help me stop fucking artists?
help me stop deleting my matches after three messages?
help him feel like he’s done his duty as the successful older sibling with a savior complex?
i said yes just to watch him squirm.
but now there’s a form with my name on it and a profile i didn’t write.
it feels like being catalogued.
i’m not interested in being a spreadsheet.
i want someone who makes me forget what day it is.
not someone who picks me like an investment.