Dear Plex,
It’s not me. It’s you.
You used to be sleek, elegant, and—dare I say—sexy. I knew exactly where to find you, and every night with you felt effortless. You gave me comfort, laughter, and a library full of joy. I thought we’d grow old together, side by side on the Roku, wrapped up in the warmth of our perfect interface.
But then you… changed.
Now, every time I see you, you’re disorganized, scattered, and frankly a little desperate. All those confusing menus, all that noise—it feels like you’re trying too hard to be someone you’re not. I don’t recognize you anymore. And the worst part? You don’t even seem to notice how far we’ve drifted apart.
I deserve clarity. I deserve ease. I deserve better.
So this is goodbye, Plex. Maybe one day you’ll remember who you used to be, and maybe by then I’ll be willing to give us another chance. But for now, I’m moving on. I’m leaving you for Emby. Don’t wait up.
Sincerely (but a little bitterly),
Me
