I’m breaking up with you, Vox Populi
Vox Populi, we need to talk. It’s important. It’s about us.
Look, I do like you a lot and I think you’re a great blog, I really do. But it’s not you. It’s me. I just feel like you take up all of my time and I need some space to focus on me for a while.
I’m sorry to make you so upset. We’ve been together for a very long time. You met me when I was young, awkward, and bad at writing. I really grew as a person with you and like to think I’m now at least competent at writing.
Being with you at the beginning was a dream. We went on dates to exciting, new Georgetown restaurants, saw the red pandas at the National Zoo, acted like total hot messes at Tombs, and fell in love over the short-lived burst of energy in the campus music scene.
We had some tough times together, too. Just this year, we covered a tragic meningitis death and RA reports of mishandled, work-related sexual assaults, and got troublingly invested in the Georgetown neighborhood’s allegedly voyeuristic rabbi, Barry Freundel.
I need to move on, and I know you eventually will, too. I hope you will remember me for who I was and will forgive the things I still lack. Don’t hold on to your grudge. You’ll still have somebody to love, and you won’t know that you’re the blood in my veins. Farewell, Vox Populi.
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