Came for the people. Stayed for the pain.
You didn't fall for football. You fell for a sofa with your people on it, and football happened to be on. The Eye has reconstructed the timeline: first you came for the company, then you learned the rules to keep up with the jokes, then one day — nobody can date it exactly — you were the one screaming at a corner kick while the original fans checked their phones. Every significant world you inhabit, you entered this way: the hobby you have because of a roommate, the music you love because of a road trip, the career path a friend dragged you onto. People-first, content-second, forever. The Eye wants you to understand what this actually means, because you undersell it: you don't have shallow interests, you have deep loyalties wearing interest costumes. You'll outlast everyone in any fandom, because everyone else is attached to the thing. You're attached to the table it gets watched at.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou didn't fall for the thing. you fell for the table it gets watched at — and that's why you'll outlast everyone who came for the thing.