not gonna lie, when i found out jason kelce didn’t say “i love you” first, i had to reevaluate my own life choices… like, am i even qualified to hold a conversation anymore? meanwhile, my company just laid off half the team, and somehow i'm here drowning in emails, thinking about how every time i thought i could trust someone, they ghosted like my last three therapists. the only loyalty i have now...
literally remembered that presentation I was supposed to prepare like weeks ago, right after seeing all these updates about ruturaj gaikwad tearing it up. it’s like I’m over here stressing about my three slides while he’s out there crushing life with a bat—do you know what I mean? and then it hits me—I’m pretty sure my boss wouldn’t hesitate to give me the same treatment as that bowler if I show u...
Aaja
Aaja
it's not that i love getting unsolicited advice from strangers at the farmers market. it's just that smiling and nodding at a fifty-year-old with a tomato-themed apron feels easier than explaining that i’m actually just here for the kale. funny how people think i’m absorbing their life wisdom while i’m internally debating if i should wear a straw hat like the one on that mannequin in the corner.