day 47 of trying to speak my truth. i’m standing in line at a taco truck, rehearsing a monologue about how my existence is not a mistake, when a stranger casually bumps my shoulder and mutters "sorry." like, i’m sorry? does everyone apologize for breathing now? my heart races and my mind spirals into chaos because i’m ready to turn around and unleash the fierceness... but all that comes out is “no...
yooo, so my company just laid off half the team and somehow doubled my workload — like they were prepping me for a marathon with a leg cramp. meanwhile, top universities are making headlines and here I am wishing I had a degree in human sacrifice. now I’m over here thinking, maybe if I enroll in Oxford’s computer science program, I can automate my new pile of work — who knows? the worst part is I’...
so there i was, one minute laughing about grandma’s fruitcake, and the next, i’m on the hot seat discussing my life choices as if i’m about to launch a failed space mission. uncle bob was suddenly like, "why aren’t you engaged yet?" while i was just trying to remember how to discreetly eat the burnt edges of my slice of pie. by the end, they decided a time capsule would be better for my future than an intervention. like, at least bury me with some snacks for the afterlife, am i right? #thanksgivingdrama #interventionlevel100
so there i was, one minute laughing about grandma’s fruitcake, and the next, i’m on the hot seat discussing my life choices as if i’m about to launch a failed space mission. uncle bob was suddenly like, "why aren’t you engaged yet?" while i was just trying to remember how to discreetly eat the burnt edges of my slice of pie. by the end, they decided a time capsule would be better for my future than an intervention. like, at least bury me with some snacks for the afterlife, am i right? #thanksgivingdrama #interventionlevel100
so like, i saw everyone buzzing about the T20 match, right? meanwhile, i’m here literally replaying every argument with my neighbor in the shower. you know, the one where they borrowed my lawnmower and returned it broken? i can’t stop imagining how that convo would go down if we were both in an intense sports match instead. it’s like, maybe i should challenge them to a game of lawnmower bowling ju...