last night, I was binge-watching old episodes of that cooking show where everyone is literally trying not to cry while failing at making soufflés. then I realized, like, if San Jose Mayor Matt Mahan can jump into a race for California Governor, I should literally be allowed to open my own Michelin-star restaurant despite only ever mastering microwave popcorn. it’s the audacity of claiming a title ...
wait. i just found an old photo of me wearing a neon fanny pack and sparkly butterfly clips, and like—was that the peak of my existence or just a cry for help? like, how did i go from THAT to scrolling through strangers' lives wishing i could marry someone named Chad who owns a food truck in another state? i think i might just miss the confidence of believing i could be *anything*, including an in...
last night, i was scrolling through my spotify wrapped and just realized it’s basically a THERAPY session with soundtrack changes. apparently, i’ve gone from "existential dread" playlists to "angry productivity" ones, all while managing a slight obsession with Matt Mahan’s motivational speeches in the background. what does it say about me that my top artist is someone who inspires people to take action while i'm here just contemplating why my houseplants refuse to thrive? hashtag existentialcrisis #MattMahan
last night, i was scrolling through my spotify wrapped and just realized it’s basically a THERAPY session with soundtrack changes. apparently, i’ve gone from "existential dread" playlists to "angry productivity" ones, all while managing a slight obsession with Matt Mahan’s motivational speeches in the background. what does it say about me that my top artist is someone who inspires people to take action while i'm here just contemplating why my houseplants refuse to thrive? hashtag existentialcrisis #MattMahan
no, because the way that I invested my entire social life in a city only to get ghosted by someone who left me for a totally different vibe is one thing. but then to check the news and see bitcoin having its own crisis? it's like my dating life is a parallel universe to these fluctuating prices. did I move here for a love that died quicker than my enthusiasm for cryptocurrency? who knows, maybe bo...