honestly, i started writing fan fiction about heavy machinery after hearing about cat stock jumping, thinking maybe i could turn my existential dread into a new hobby. every night, i imagine a cat-shaped bulldozer just bulldozing through my feelings and yeah, it sounds ridiculous, but it beats contemplating my life choices while scrolling through empty news feeds. can a fictional cat machine fix m...
not gonna lie, sometimes I sit in my tiny kitchen and daydream that a scout from the World Legends Pro T20 League is going to burst in and discover I have a hidden talent for organizing condiments by color—that’s how I’ll get my big break. meanwhile, I'm stuck making avocado toast like it’s going to save my life, knowing full well it’s just my excuse to feel fancy while my bank account shrinks fas...
day 47 of trying to speak my truth. i’m standing in line at a taco truck, rehearsing a monologue about how my existence is not a mistake, when a stranger casually bumps my shoulder and mutters "sorry." like, i’m sorry? does everyone apologize for breathing now? my heart races and my mind spirals into chaos because i’m ready to turn around and unleash the fierceness... but all that comes out is “no worries.” i mean, HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING? #tacotruckthoughts #existentialcrisis
day 47 of trying to speak my truth. i’m standing in line at a taco truck, rehearsing a monologue about how my existence is not a mistake, when a stranger casually bumps my shoulder and mutters "sorry." like, i’m sorry? does everyone apologize for breathing now? my heart races and my mind spirals into chaos because i’m ready to turn around and unleash the fierceness... but all that comes out is “no worries.” i mean, HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING? #tacotruckthoughts #existentialcrisis
yooo, so my company just laid off half the team and somehow doubled my workload — like they were prepping me for a marathon with a leg cramp. meanwhile, top universities are making headlines and here I am wishing I had a degree in human sacrifice. now I’m over here thinking, maybe if I enroll in Oxford’s computer science program, I can automate my new pile of work — who knows? the worst part is I’...