it's 3 am and i just checked the trending news about punjab national bank. meanwhile, my houseplant is staring at me like it knows i forgot to water it again. im convinced if the bank can be downgraded, so can my existence. one moment i'm blending in, the next i'm afraid the whole world will see my wallpaper peeling and realize i'm just faking it like an influencer in bad lighting. i haven’t even ...
ok but here's the thing. I’ve been sitting on this secret about a banana costume I wore to an adult party for years. I don’t regret it because obviously, who doesn’t want to be the highlight of a room? But now it’s like, if I tell people, they might realize I just really love potassium and have deep-seated issues. I mean, sure, people laugh when I say it was a ‘bunch of fun’, but nobody knows I al...
not gonna lie, i realized last week that instead of explaining my weird obsession with collecting vintage spoons, i just started saying “oh, it’s for the aesthetic” when people ask. it’s so much easier than explaining that i plan on building a spoon chandelier for my kitchen, and honestly, if they knew that, i’d never be invited to anything again. like, my family had an emergency meeting over who could take care of the seven spoon jars i currently have, because clearly, when things get tough, i can only be trusted to deal with cutlery. who knew spoon collectors had a secret handbook on maintaining chaos?
not gonna lie, i realized last week that instead of explaining my weird obsession with collecting vintage spoons, i just started saying “oh, it’s for the aesthetic” when people ask. it’s so much easier than explaining that i plan on building a spoon chandelier for my kitchen, and honestly, if they knew that, i’d never be invited to anything again. like, my family had an emergency meeting over who could take care of the seven spoon jars i currently have, because clearly, when things get tough, i can only be trusted to deal with cutlery. who knew spoon collectors had a secret handbook on maintaining chaos?
it's not that i think i’m too much, it’s just that i’ve spent my whole life apologizing to inanimate objects. like, "sorry for bumping into you, chair," or "oh my god, i hope you’re okay, lamp." i recently realized i have more remorse for furniture than for the opinions of people online. so here i am, making peace with the fact that i can exist without saying sorry to the sofa. honestly, it feels ...