is it normal to like, spend an entire hour choosing a snack just to end up with plain crackers? like, I literally drafted 47 versions of a text to myself about how much I regret it, and then just sent 'ok' to my own grocery list instead. now my snack plan is crumbling— and I feel like I just sent a breakup text to an entire bag of chips.
no because the way that you needed space so you could be a plant in the corner of my life, and now you’re out here vibing like a cactus with someone else, thriving without me... what did I even do to you?
yooo, just caught myself googling “how to fix a leaky faucet” like it’s not literally my dad's favorite pastime. the way i stared at the screen, heart racing, praying for life-changing knowledge instead of a dad that still thinks he can troubleshoot my entire life via Zoom. now i am questioning my whole adult identity and wondering if i should just call him to admit defeat.
yooo, just caught myself googling “how to fix a leaky faucet” like it’s not literally my dad's favorite pastime. the way i stared at the screen, heart racing, praying for life-changing knowledge instead of a dad that still thinks he can troubleshoot my entire life via Zoom. now i am questioning my whole adult identity and wondering if i should just call him to admit defeat.
why is it that when my partner texted someone else, the toaster felt the need to pop up like it was trying to mediate a therapy session? like, did it think i needed fresh toast for my broken heart? and honestly, does anyone know if home appliances have feelings too, or was the microwave just laughing silently at my emotional turmoil?