it’s day 47 of raining on my parade and I just watched my coworker take credit for my project like it was their morning coffee. I didn’t even put my umbrella up for this, so now I’m standing in the storm, contemplating if I should bring a potato salad to the next team meeting or stage a one-person play about intellectual theft. The irony? I have no plans after work but now I have a five-act drama ...
just checked my bank account after the weekend and i can't sleep because all i can think about is how i now own fifteen pairs of novelty socks, each representing a fantasy life i will never live. if the bank wants me to justify my decisions, i have a funeral outfit picked out for when my future self asks “why would you buy a unicorn taco sock?” this spiral of existential dread is practically a car...
it’s not that i thought adults had it all figured out. it's just that i seriously believed they had secret manuals on how to do life. but then i saw my neighbor reading a self-help book in the yard and yelling at his plants like they could hear him. now i am convinced we are all just winging it with a collection of bad habits and wishful thinking. we’re basically toddlers in big people’s clothes, right?
it’s not that i thought adults had it all figured out. it's just that i seriously believed they had secret manuals on how to do life. but then i saw my neighbor reading a self-help book in the yard and yelling at his plants like they could hear him. now i am convinced we are all just winging it with a collection of bad habits and wishful thinking. we’re basically toddlers in big people’s clothes, right?
i was literally sitting in my room, googling “how to mediate a divorce” like it was my side hustle. meanwhile, my parents were fighting about who gets the kitchen timer because apparently it means a lot now? but the real kicker is, i got an email saying apple's dropping this new AI called google gemini, and now i'm out here wondering if it can literally help me make sense of this family chaos. i d...