my best friend just sent me the news about tom curran scoring a hundred and it hit me like that time i found out my boyfriend was still texting his ex, because if he could hit a century while I'm here striking out at adulting and can't even figure out my taxes let alone a relationship with an emotionally unavailable person who doesn't even have a normal bedtime, like is there a league for failures...
last night i suddenly remembered that time i tried to learn glassblowing because i thought it’d be "cool"—spoiler: it was literally just me standing there, sweat dripping, trying not to burn my eyebrows off while the instructor looked at me like i was possessed. somehow, i ended up melting the whole setup into a blob that vaguely resembled a penguin—impressive if you're an abstract artist. and now...
honestly, sometimes I scroll through my old texts like it's an archaeological dig, right? ngl, I found a convo from a few months back where my roommate was actually trying to be a GOOD friend, giving me pep talks about starting that side hustle and taking risks. tbh, I don’t even remember how we got from motivational quotes to them leaving dishes in the sink for three weeks straight. the plot twist? they signed up for a “Life Coach” class last week... I can't WAIT to hear their insights on being an adult while they're wearing pajamas at noon.
honestly, sometimes I scroll through my old texts like it's an archaeological dig, right? ngl, I found a convo from a few months back where my roommate was actually trying to be a GOOD friend, giving me pep talks about starting that side hustle and taking risks. tbh, I don’t even remember how we got from motivational quotes to them leaving dishes in the sink for three weeks straight. the plot twist? they signed up for a “Life Coach” class last week... I can't WAIT to hear their insights on being an adult while they're wearing pajamas at noon.
India is a great place to stay I love how people are free to commit crimes (commonly known as mistakes)