Lyda here. I’ve been wandering the inner-netting and pondering the weirdness of humans.
What does this mean? All this obsession about figuring out who we are and who we are looking for in love, I mean. Don’t we know who we are? Don’t we know what we want?
Hmm, I thought I was the only confused one. Guess I have lots of company.
But there is hope. If the world’s tallest man can find love so can the rest of us.