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✖ Love and Weirdness

Posted on Thursday, March 12th, 2026

Dave! Preston Rakovsky does street interviews about love. The majority of the time, they're very much worth watching, and it's an account worth following.

But this time? It's so great that I am compelled to share it. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a video... just this series of photos. The original is on Instagram here.

Love is finding somone weirder than you.

My mom thinks something is genuinely wrong with me... which is fair, but also she's the one who raised me. But that's why my family always says what the fuck are you doing when I...

...sing random songs when I'm doing the dishes or announce I'm going to Computer Town when I'm getting my laptop. But then I got into my first real relationship at 18, and one day she heard me and...

...she said can you stop going that? And at first I would say that's just me and I would laugh it off. But sshe was never laughning and I remember thinking...

...maybe this is just how love works. You just have to be a little less yourself. But then, three years after we broke up...

...I reconnected with a girl I'd known since freshman year. And early on, the two of us are hanging out in her room watching a movie. And then I hear this loud crunching noise. I look to the right, we lock eyes, and she's just...

...elbow deep in a box of butterfly pasta like it's Doritos...

...and I'm like what the fuck are you doing?

And she's like don't judge me! Noone knows I do this except my roommate and my family and I know it's weird. Just dont tell people because...

...that's just me.

And suddenly I was 18 again.

Getting stared down while singing in the kitchen. The eyerolls when I was full speed ahead en route to Computer Town. And that's when I realized I had mistaken my weirdness for...

...a problem to fix. Because what I didn't understand was that...

...singing and scrubbing the dishes, narrating my random choices, that was all just...

...me. Just like eating dry pasta out of the Barilla box was her being her. And from that moment I didn't want to fix any of it. I just wanted her...

...to keep being her weirdest self. Even if it's only around me. And maybe a month later, when we were watching another movie, without even thinking about it...

...I reached into the pasta box. And honestly...

...they were kinda good.

What was your name? Peyton. I'm Preston, glad to meet you.

Peyton nailed it. He's got it figured out.

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