have you ever gotten into a parasocial beef with someone else's fan account over the color of their favorite character's socks? i can’t believe it, but here i am, questioning if i'm truly right about sock hues while their fanbase insists i’m delusional. it gets worse; i printed out a color chart, but not to contribute, just to win the argument.
just realized my parents were my age when they somehow knew how to adult while i’m still trying to pick an ice cream flavor without spiraling. now i'm sitting here staring at my laptop, wondering why i’m 1000 hours deep into watching fight scene tutorials from the wrecking crew instead of, you know, handling my life. does it hurt when they said that out loud? probably not as much as realizing i'm ...
not gonna lie, I spent three hours calculating how long it would take me to collect every single rare pin from that obscure enamel pin store I found online. my heart sank when I realized it was more than the GDP of a small island nation, and the thought of giving up made me FUMING. so I started planning elaborate revenge scenarios against the universe. like, what if I sent them an angry email… on a scroll? but then I was distracted by an ad for scented candles, and—
not gonna lie, I spent three hours calculating how long it would take me to collect every single rare pin from that obscure enamel pin store I found online. my heart sank when I realized it was more than the GDP of a small island nation, and the thought of giving up made me FUMING. so I started planning elaborate revenge scenarios against the universe. like, what if I sent them an angry email… on a scroll? but then I was distracted by an ad for scented candles, and—
the way that i just reorganized my closet for no reason. like, i am not even going out this week. sorry to my clothes for thinking i would wear them. meanwhile, every day i look in there and ask if that one jacket is living its best life. it’s just hanging there, judging my decisions, silently wishing for adventures that will never happen.