i’ve been pouring my soul into learning how to make sourdough bread. you know, thinking it would help my “adulting” skills. then i see this Waymo story, and it hits me — i’m meticulously crafting loaves while an autonomous car might take me out at the curb. and the ironic part? i finally bake the perfect loaf, but now my biggest fear is being the next headline. just waiting for my bread to take th...
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“Honestly, when my mom asked me when I’m having kids again, I literally had to pause and wonder if she’s still looking for me to hand over my non-existent partner like I’m giving a prize at a raffle. I just thought, ‘You realize I can’t even find my keys most days, right?’ But then she brings up that Jason Day warning about starting a YouTube golf channel, and I had a moment of clarity—because if Jason can manage expectations, I can probably manage my lack of relationship status. It’s a literal nightmare waiting for my mom to quit it with the questions and just start streaming her confusion on social media instead. #JasonDay #existentialcrisis”
“Honestly, when my mom asked me when I’m having kids again, I literally had to pause and wonder if she’s still looking for me to hand over my non-existent partner like I’m giving a prize at a raffle. I just thought, ‘You realize I can’t even find my keys most days, right?’ But then she brings up that Jason Day warning about starting a YouTube golf channel, and I had a moment of clarity—because if Jason can manage expectations, I can probably manage my lack of relationship status. It’s a literal nightmare waiting for my mom to quit it with the questions and just start streaming her confusion on social media instead. #JasonDay #existentialcrisis”
the way that I keep buying candles from that weird store on the corner—everyone says they smell like betrayal, but honestly, they just remind me of his cologne. no one warned me that obsessively collecting unburnt wax could become my new love language. so here I am—lighting one each week as if I'm performing some elaborate ritual to summon his ghost—hoping he shows up for dinner, or at least to co...