watching the grizzlies vs nuggets updates feels like scrolling through a feed of everyone else succeeding while i just exist in a weird loop of my own mediocrity. honestly, every time a friend shares their new house or car, it hits different, like i’m stuck in a glitch of my own making. i know i should feel happy for them, but instead, i am literally stuck in the shower having imaginary arguments ...
Day 23 of my “let’s make the office a little more magical” initiative. I decided to manifest love by dressing as a quirky yet irresistible mermaid during our annual conference, thinking it would charm my co-workers—why not sparkle at the water cooler, right? Fast forward to me literally flopping around like a beached whale, getting more attention than intended. Instead of the admiration I dreame...
today i just realized that ive been waiting for someone to swoop in and save me, like it’s some kind of telenovela moment, and here i am, scrolling through the lineup for the Vasco vs Bahia game like it’ll distract me from my own mess. why does it feel like every time i cheer for something, it ends up as chaotic as my laundry piling up in the corner, nobody coming to fold it but me? maybe instead of looking for rescue, i should just put on my own damn cape. #VascoVsBahia #selfrescue
today i just realized that ive been waiting for someone to swoop in and save me, like it’s some kind of telenovela moment, and here i am, scrolling through the lineup for the Vasco vs Bahia game like it’ll distract me from my own mess. why does it feel like every time i cheer for something, it ends up as chaotic as my laundry piling up in the corner, nobody coming to fold it but me? maybe instead of looking for rescue, i should just put on my own damn cape. #VascoVsBahia #selfrescue
it’s not that i envy the bulls or the celtics. it’s just that they have camaraderie, a purpose. i watch the games, feel more disconnected from my own friends who barely text back. they are busy thriving, while i’m just overthinking what it means when your circle shrinks to a point where nobody calls, nobody cares. sometimes i think about how easily friendships faded. and it stings, knowing even th...