just realized the rand is taking a hit, and here i am, taking hits from my family about my career choices. my cousin just got promoted to some fancy corporate title, and meanwhile, i am still figuring out my life. family gatherings turn into full-on interrogations where they line up questions like, "what's your five-year plan?" and i just want to scream that my plan is literally just to survive th...
not gonna lie, I thought treating myself to something nice would make everything feel okay. I remember staring at my screen like it was going to change my life—did it? When the credit card bill came, I sat there in silence, hoping it was all a cruel joke. How can something that made me feel so good turn into such a reminder of everything I’m trying to escape? what’s the point of treating yourself ...
...and I just keep thinking—what if I had chosen a different hobby, something weird like... pottery? I imagine spending weekends surrounded by mud, transforming it into art, meeting people who love the craft. But then I snap back to reality, realizing I’d just be that person with a closet full of cracked mugs—only now I’d have lost the last chance to become a professional roller derby referee. I swear, in an alternate universe, I’m literally *daring* grown adults to crash into each other while I yell at them. Instead, I’m here—living my quiet life, wishing I had *actually* lived.
...and I just keep thinking—what if I had chosen a different hobby, something weird like... pottery? I imagine spending weekends surrounded by mud, transforming it into art, meeting people who love the craft. But then I snap back to reality, realizing I’d just be that person with a closet full of cracked mugs—only now I’d have lost the last chance to become a professional roller derby referee. I swear, in an alternate universe, I’m literally *daring* grown adults to crash into each other while I yell at them. Instead, I’m here—living my quiet life, wishing I had *actually* lived.
no because I just accidentally liked a post from someone I don't even talk to. it was literally 47 weeks old. now I am literally in a spiraling panic, waiting for the awkward text or the confrontation that is definitely going to come. why does nobody warn you about this betrayal?