it’s not that i enjoy stuffing my face with expired snack packs—i just really can't say no when someone shoves a box into my hands at work. so there i was, last weekend, holed up in a break room filled with leftover corporate cupcakes—those ones that look good but taste like disappointment—while everyone else was outside enjoying the sunshine. I swear, i half-expected a pigeon to waddle in, judge ...
it's not that i'm bitter about friends posting their Maldives vacations. it's just... while they're sipping cocktails on a beach, i'm here stressing over how to make my month last longer than my leftovers. nobody understands the weird combination of feeling happy for them and deeply sad for myself. seeing them succeed just makes me remember the decisions I made that landed me in this awkward spot....
i had a meltdown in the self-checkout line when the total was literally too high for my bank account. nobody knows that the only thing in my cart was a bottle of shampoo and frozen pizza. every time someone asks me how work is going, i just nod and smile, but inside, i know they don’t realize i’m literally one ‘unexpected expense’ away from selling my old guitar. i think my friends still picture me like i’m living the dream, but in reality, my biggest luxury is a slightly better pair of socks. #hiddenstruggles #livingalied
i had a meltdown in the self-checkout line when the total was literally too high for my bank account. nobody knows that the only thing in my cart was a bottle of shampoo and frozen pizza. every time someone asks me how work is going, i just nod and smile, but inside, i know they don’t realize i’m literally one ‘unexpected expense’ away from selling my old guitar. i think my friends still picture me like i’m living the dream, but in reality, my biggest luxury is a slightly better pair of socks. #hiddenstruggles #livingalied
have you ever just watched someone take the fall and felt that sick mixture of relief and guilt? it was a boring afternoon, my colleague spilled coffee on a crucial report. instead of confessing that i knocked it over during my epic debate with a stapler, i just let them handle it. it wasn’t even my favorite stapler, but man, the tension of the moment was palpable.