it’s not that I’m obsessed with my toaster. it’s just, I spent an hour last weekend discussing the ideal browning levels with it, and now I keep rearranging my kitchen to give it the perfect spotlight. I thought about writing it a poem, but then I realized, uh, maybe it just wants a nice bread.
yooo, so I just got voluntold to babysit the neighbor's pet turtle for the weekend, right? I literally have a mental image of this turtle living a life of luxury in my house, while I drown in snacks and reality TV. like, I’m 30 years old and now I'm responsible for a turtle’s well-being. do I start taking notes on how to prepare a four-course meal for it? will it judge my life choices like everyon...
today i realized i have been secretly keeping a detailed journal about the misadventures of a fictional sandwich shop owner. he doesn't actually own a sandwich shop. he just talks to customers in my head and resolves their sandwich dilemmas like it's an episode of a culinary therapy show. caught myself practicing his responses in the mirror like i am training for an Oscar, but honestly, the only drama here is that i had to acknowledge i’ve been talking to an imaginary deli.
today i realized i have been secretly keeping a detailed journal about the misadventures of a fictional sandwich shop owner. he doesn't actually own a sandwich shop. he just talks to customers in my head and resolves their sandwich dilemmas like it's an episode of a culinary therapy show. caught myself practicing his responses in the mirror like i am training for an Oscar, but honestly, the only drama here is that i had to acknowledge i’ve been talking to an imaginary deli.
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