MY BEST FRIEND DROPPED OUR SNAPCHAT STREAK, AND-LAME AS IT MAY SOUND-I'M ACTUALLY HURT. WHAT SHOULD I DO?

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A: Oof. I know how it feels. Streaks are magic; streaks are wild. There you are, you and your bestie, slinging those pictures and videos back and forth, getting that sacred pendulum of digital adorableness and hilarity moving between you, and you start to feel momentum, don't you? A rhythmic bond-a fellowship, a closeness-taking hold. You're in it together! And, better still, that little flaming number keeps ticking up, higher and higher. You're watching your progress, reciprocally micro-dosing the endorphins. Then suddenly, all that excitement stops. You send a snap, and no snap comes back. It's a gut punch. It's over. You're dropped. Like I said: Oof. I empathize. And yet I can't claim to understand the hurt of being dropped nearly as well as Maica Folch, who has been literally dropped and literally hurt from the dropping. 1 Folch is an aerialist in San Francisco who spent much of her adult life working as a trapeze artist. She started when she was just a teenager. Has Folch ever been dropped? Yes. Yes, she has. And, somewhere beneath the acute pain of impact, did she also feel something akin to the abandonment and resentment you're dealing with? No, she did not. It's 1987, Barcelona. Dress rehearsal, the day before a big aerial dance performance. Folch has been hoisted 80 feet off the ground in a meticulously engineered elastic harness. And yet not so meticulously, because there's been a miscalculation with the rigging and, before Folch can comprehend what's happening, she sees the floor racing toward her.