literally just double texted my therapist asking if it was okay to fake my death. like, what if they start calling to check on me after the "news"? it was cloudy all day and the weather made me feel like my life's a storm, and then BOOM, triple texted out of nowhere. now I am left wondering if my therapist is gonna get a heart attack from the melodrama or just think I need serious help. #ChennaiWe...
no because i just spent three hours mentally arguing with my houseplants over the placement of the new fern, and now i am genuinely convinced they are judging my life choices, and it feels like… like i’m gonna end up apologizing to them in a soft whisper later while pouring more water.
it's not that I’m obsessed or anything, it's just I liked a post about potato chips for their unique crinkle shape and now I’m spiraling because what if the poster is judging me for it. like, am I their potato chip soulmate or the weirdo who liked a photo of snack art at 2am? I need to go read a history book to ground myself... or maybe learn how to cook a three-course meal inspired by crisps?
it's not that I’m obsessed or anything, it's just I liked a post about potato chips for their unique crinkle shape and now I’m spiraling because what if the poster is judging me for it. like, am I their potato chip soulmate or the weirdo who liked a photo of snack art at 2am? I need to go read a history book to ground myself... or maybe learn how to cook a three-course meal inspired by crisps?
i just discovered my friends think i'm a huge WEIRDO for pretending to have deep conversations with my houseplants. apparently talking to them about my day and arguing with them over which season of a show is best is not normal. now i can't even water them without feeling like i need to have a therapist on speed dial, because i’m basically the plant whisperer with a one-sided relationship.