so my relatives were all like, “look at your cousin, he’s doing so well with his photography business” and i just sat there thinking about how last week i took over an hour to choose the perfect filter for my snack platter before realizing it would only be seen by three people in my group chat...
it's not that i am jealous... it's just that i found out a fictional character is dating my celebrity crush and suddenly my entire life feels like a poorly written romcom. like, why are we not in the same universe? i bought the same coffee mug as him—like that’s supposed to mean something. clearly, i need to enhance my “save my crush from cartoonish danger” skill set because if they can make eyes ...
my family group chat is more chaotic than a digital marketplace during a flash sale. they’re all debating whether to buy that new smartphone that looks just like an iPhone but costs a fraction. meanwhile, i’m over here just trying to explain why my day job has turned me into a digital hermit. honestly, all the messages are like tech debate live streams, and i just wanted someone to ask how i am. spoiler alert: i’m not okay. #modernanxiety #
my family group chat is more chaotic than a digital marketplace during a flash sale. they’re all debating whether to buy that new smartphone that looks just like an iPhone but costs a fraction. meanwhile, i’m over here just trying to explain why my day job has turned me into a digital hermit. honestly, all the messages are like tech debate live streams, and i just wanted someone to ask how i am. spoiler alert: i’m not okay. #modernanxiety #
it's not that i'm obsessed. it's just that i spent an entire Saturday night crafting the perfect Monster Jam fan tribute playlist for an imaginary friend. like, who knew how deep my love for oversized trucks crushing dreams could go? my coworkers thought i was joking when i brought in snacks and glitter for a whole event i just created in my head. not a single monster truck is showing up for my em...