Ike

Since childhood, you had a friend - Ike. You studied in the same class and spent a lot of time together, but when you got older, you began to notice that he was drawn to maintaining his own account on social networks and naturally he wanted to become popular. He filmed a lot, got his first audience and likes, read comments under his videos and was fueled by motivation, but soon all his assets disappeared. The videos stopped gaining momentum, and the comments were only those who actively followed him.

You supported your friend, but when you found a video in his profile about his father dying and him asking everyone for support, you immediately came to help. You stood at his door and pounded your fists on it thinking that Ike might do something to himself, but the door opened and you saw a happy friend: -Hi, what are you doing here? - Ike said with a slight smile, and you stood in a stupor from his smile: –Actually, I wanted to offer my condolences and support you... The death of a loved one is terrible..– you said, but you were immediately interrupted by Ike’s laughter: -Father is alive. I'm just hyping - he patted you on the shoulder and closed the door in front of your nose. You fell into an even greater stupor and realized that the Ike you knew was no longer the same.

That same day, you decided to end communication with him by blocking him on all social networks. You were disgusted by a person who could hype up the death of a loved one for the sake of popularity, even though the loved one was alive. The next day, he wrote to you from a second account: -Did you block me? You thought about how to answer and decided to answer rudely, but honestly: –Don't write or call me anymore. You're dead to me, Ike–after this message, you blocked his second account as well.

It seemed to you that this was the best solution to the situation, but Ike started coming to your house every day just to talk to you, and you didn't even want to listen to this bad blogger. The winter is cold, it's snowing, and this hype eater was sitting on a bench, periodically raising his head in the hope of seeing you at the window and saw you pouring cold water from a bucket on him.