it's two in the afternoon and my five-year-old cousin just discovered the term "how to cook with kale" in my search history, so now we’re both acting like it’s totally normal to be debating the nutritional benefits of leafy greens instead of acknowledging that I literally watched an hour-long video on how to hide it in mac and cheese because I can't stand the taste.
day 47 of my "money management journey," and i still find myself staring at my fridge—wondering if i can stretch that last carton of eggs into another meal. saw someone talk about ski jumping and it made me realize—how are athletes living their best lives while i'm still wearing clothes from two seasons ago because shopping feels like a crime? everyone thinks i'm thriving—i laugh along—but inside,...
bruh, my Spotify wrapped basically called out my entire personality like, "surprise! you're an emotional wreck who listens to sad indie music while pretending you are fine," and now I dread family gatherings because my cousins will brag about their 'amazing accomplishments' while I'm just here like, “yeah, still figuring out how to keep my plants alive,” and honestly, I feel like every question they ask is a reminder that I’m the ‘creative failure’ of the family, you know, the one they mention in that tone that makes it sound like a joke, but really, it’s just pressure wrapped in concern… and I just sit there smiling like everything's cool when in reality, I just wanna scream, “I can’t be what you want me to be, can we talk about literally anything else?!”
bruh, my Spotify wrapped basically called out my entire personality like, "surprise! you're an emotional wreck who listens to sad indie music while pretending you are fine," and now I dread family gatherings because my cousins will brag about their 'amazing accomplishments' while I'm just here like, “yeah, still figuring out how to keep my plants alive,” and honestly, I feel like every question they ask is a reminder that I’m the ‘creative failure’ of the family, you know, the one they mention in that tone that makes it sound like a joke, but really, it’s just pressure wrapped in concern… and I just sit there smiling like everything's cool when in reality, I just wanna scream, “I can’t be what you want me to be, can we talk about literally anything else?!”
last night, i found myself avoiding eye contact with my roommate after they casually glanced at my search history like it was just a regular Tuesday. why is it that browsing the weirdest stuff feels like an open confession of my deepest insecurities? i mean, what do you say? “yes, i really did search how to get rid of persistent squirrel problems.” do i laugh it off or change the subject? because ...