just sent a risky text about the future of virtual reality, like this is some groundbreaking conversation starter. now i am watching those three dots bouncing like they are my heart rate and thinking—do they know how badly i procrastinated writing that? what if they don’t even care, but i care too much? but then again, am i overthinking or is this my inevitable doom? there’s a weird buzzing sound,...
i just found a picture of me at a candle factory holding a three-foot-tall wax giraffe. i'm not even sure why i was there, but the look on my face says it all. now i'm trying to remember if i accidentally joined a cult, and if so, do i need a lawyer to get out of this?
it's three AM and i'm scrolling through my bank statement, trying to figure out how I spent so much on random subscriptions i never use—meanwhile, the last time the bears won a playoff game feels like the same amount of time since i've had a moment of actual happiness. now i’m lying to myself, thinking “well at least the bright side is... i'm broke but emotionally thriving” when clearly my plants are dying because i forget to water them. do i even exist outside of my emotional spreadsheet? #WhenWasTheLastTimeTheBearsWonA #existentialcrisis
it's three AM and i'm scrolling through my bank statement, trying to figure out how I spent so much on random subscriptions i never use—meanwhile, the last time the bears won a playoff game feels like the same amount of time since i've had a moment of actual happiness. now i’m lying to myself, thinking “well at least the bright side is... i'm broke but emotionally thriving” when clearly my plants are dying because i forget to water them. do i even exist outside of my emotional spreadsheet? #WhenWasTheLastTimeTheBearsWonA #existentialcrisis
last night, i couldn't sleep because i kept imagining the conversation i would have if my instagram account got hacked in the latest data breach. my brain was like, "hey, remember that random photo of your dog you thought no one would see? well, prepare for the emotional fallout!" i practiced the awkward apology about my non-existent social life while calculating how many potential weird messages ...