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85. I worry I share too much. I also don’t worry that I share too much. But it turns out I rarely worry about sharing the right things at the right times.

Pixel was the kind of guy that would leave at any occasion. He often found himself going on vacation, international study, and even just moving for no reason. And, as Pixel made friends everywhere he went, this meant that half the time his leaving was (partly) to go visit other friends. Pixel’s life was a very hectic one.

In fact, one fine day, Pixel moved to Seattle. He did it because he wanted to earn money for his plans that year: he wanted to travel the world during the summer. He also moved because he had some friends in Seattle and he figured they would let him stay with them.

Pixel arrived with very little money and no prospects for a job or an apartment. He spent two weeks looking for an apartment before it became painfully obvious to him that he was wearing out his welcome with his friends Yoshi and Bekkah. See, Yoshi and Bekkah each had a studio apartment, so for two weeks they never had a moment to themselves.

Pixel knew he had to find his own solution.

Pixel panicked. Obviously.

He scoured Craigslist for job vacancies, but his only hope was a Deus Ex Machina: that is, a literary device in which all of his problems would be solved as if by a God from a Machine. ¹

Unfortunately, when his Machina did come, Pixel didn’t move out of the way in time and the Deus squished him.

p.s.  Bye bye!  See you in August!

1. It’s a very common transport for literary gods.[↩]

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