wait, so everyone’s all hyped about Jerry Rice giving advice to that football player—meanwhile, I’m stuck wondering if I chose the wrong degree to please my parents, and how I keep doing extra work at a job I don't even care about just to feel VALID—am I basically one bad decision away from an NFL career? like if a second round of mac and cheese ever showed up on my desk, I'd be that one foot away...
bruh, last week someone was talking about "investing" and I just smiled and nodded. but the reality? I spent the whole month figuring out how to stretch my last paycheck to survive. घर वाले समझते नहीं that I’m drowning in bills while they think I'm living large. just yesterday, I found a new fee on my bank statement that I didn’t even know about. ironic, right? I look at my friends with their fanc...
it's not that i dislike jazz music. it's just... every time someone puts on a vinyl record, i suddenly feel like i'm required to sit cross-legged in a smoky room and discuss life with a guy named Leo who only wears berets. like, do i have to pretend i know what a 'syncopated rhythm' is when all i want is a good pop song that doesn’t make me feel existential? turns out, it was just my roommate's 'quick chat' about how jazz has layers of depth—like, buddy, i’m just here for the beat. #notajazzfan #vinylvibes
it's not that i dislike jazz music. it's just... every time someone puts on a vinyl record, i suddenly feel like i'm required to sit cross-legged in a smoky room and discuss life with a guy named Leo who only wears berets. like, do i have to pretend i know what a 'syncopated rhythm' is when all i want is a good pop song that doesn’t make me feel existential? turns out, it was just my roommate's 'quick chat' about how jazz has layers of depth—like, buddy, i’m just here for the beat. #notajazzfan #vinylvibes
i heard about jay huff starting in the first unit. made me think of my own place on the bench. while everyone else seems to be thriving, i sit here worrying if my next grocery run will come from savings or credit, which is like doing the tango with my anxiety. pretending i'm just fine at work while internally panicking about that unpaid bill hidden in my wallet... guess i just keep waiting for a c...