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R-slash-marked narrations from throwaway Gray Station who says, am I the asshole for icing my

friend out after he tried to police my social media postings and constantly made it a point

to remind me that I'm not in shape.

I 23 female was friends with Josh, 21 male, whom I only met about eight months ago in

college, and we immediately hid it off. He especially gave me a lot of support after my ex

broke up with me, reasons unrelated to Josh. I started posting

more often on my stories, mostly about funny memes and occasionally selfies of me trying out looks

that I really enjoyed. After I posted a story of my gym access card, no personal info was on the card,

only the gym logo, saying it's time to do something for myself.

Josh messaged me privately saying, okay, you don't have to post everything on your story,

lull. He went on to say that I should only post good moments on my page and that when I achieve

an amazing body, then that'll be something worth posting. I was taking aback because one, it's my page and two, although he said I can post whatever

makes me happy, he kept going on about how it's better to follow his method of posting.

He jokingly decided that I need a social media manager so he can monitor what is or isn't

worthy of posting. Basically went through my

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