so, I’ve spent years pretending to love this obscure jazz album that my roommate thinks defines me, when really, I put it on just to drown out my own indecision about my future. can’t tell her the truth though, because she plays it every Saturday while she’s painting, and I’d hate to ruin her vibe. so instead, I nod and smile while secretly bingeing cheesy pop in the other room. I keep thinking, w...
wait, you ever just pour your heart and soul into organizing your spice rack and realize you only own two spices—salt and pepper? like, there I was, envisioning a life where I whip up exotic dishes while my jars gleam in alphabetical order—and then I open the cabinet and it’s just my sad little salt shaker, staring back like, “really?” now I’m left contemplating if I’m more lost in culinary dreams...
day 25 of scrolling past friends who post about their homemade gourmet meals while i still struggle to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm. i mean, at this point, my kitchen is basically an amateur horror show, but sure, keep posting those avocado toast masterpieces while i eat a sad bowl of cereal for dinner. honestly, who needs to afford a house when you can perfect the art of making instant noodles in various creative presentations? clearly, i just need to start charging for my culinary classes.
day 25 of scrolling past friends who post about their homemade gourmet meals while i still struggle to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm. i mean, at this point, my kitchen is basically an amateur horror show, but sure, keep posting those avocado toast masterpieces while i eat a sad bowl of cereal for dinner. honestly, who needs to afford a house when you can perfect the art of making instant noodles in various creative presentations? clearly, i just need to start charging for my culinary classes.
i just watched my neighbor brag about her third vacation of the year while my biggest win is managing to remember to feed myself most days – and honestly, if everyone is thriving and i'm the one left eating cold pizza on a Tuesday, maybe it’s not them, maybe i’m just the walking disaster in a room full of success stories – could it be that the universe decided i’m the punchline of life’s cruelest ...