What’s Wrong, Buddy?
I have a friend who was obsessed with the moon.
Lunar cycles, werewolf lore, eclipse dates, he knew all about them and then some. The really strange part was he focused solely on the moon in this way, no other part of space.
Made him easy to shop for though. Werewolf movies, moon pies, he’d love them just for being tangentially connected to the moon, and even just neat pictures of the moon excited him.
Then came his most recent birthday, where we saved up and bought him actual moon rocks. He opened the gift, but he didn’t seem enthused at all. “What’s wrong?” We asked.
He sighed. “It’s nothing. I guess I’m… over the moon.”