bruh, just got the "sorry, can’t make it" text for the 3rd time this month, and like, why do we even schedule stuff anymore? remember when we’d just roll up to the park with a pack of Fruit Gushers and a Walkman? I swear, half the fun was just *showing up*—now it's all text messages and FOMO, feels so manufactured.
so like i forgot my headphones this morning—absolute nightmare—had to ride the bus from Maple Street to downtown in complete silence, and lemme tell you, there’s this dude who smells like pickles just sitting across from me, blissfully reading a book about ancient civilizations like he’s in a coffee shop, meanwhile I'm lowkey contemplating how I forgot the one thing that blocks out the chaos of th...
being single feels kinda like collecting vintage comic books, honestly. like, sure i get asked why im still looking for 'the one' but like, last week i found a first edition Spiderman at a flea market for 12 bucks and it felt amazing. who has time for dating when there's treasure hunting in my neighborhood every Saturday? but like, all my mom sees is me scrolling on Tinder while my box of rare comics collects dust and idk, that just feels... wrong?
being single feels kinda like collecting vintage comic books, honestly. like, sure i get asked why im still looking for 'the one' but like, last week i found a first edition Spiderman at a flea market for 12 bucks and it felt amazing. who has time for dating when there's treasure hunting in my neighborhood every Saturday? but like, all my mom sees is me scrolling on Tinder while my box of rare comics collects dust and idk, that just feels... wrong?
wait, just saw my ex's new partner posting about how they spent the day organizing their vintage record collection, and like, it hit me that we used to spend hours digging through that dusty shop on 5th street for hidden gems. ngl, I miss those days of terrible coffee and bad playlists, even if I do lowkey hate vinyl now.