It’s a peculiar thing, this vicarious living, and I remember the distinct feeling of accomplishment that settled in my chest, a quiet, almost diagnostic satisfaction, as I’d arrange those spice jars just so, matching the vlogger’s meticulous pantry, and then she’d post a new video, and I’d feel a genuine shared triumph, but it was never really MINE, and I wonder if that’s a casualty of the regimented life, or just a trick of the mind.