the way that everyone acts like happiness is a zero-sum game is honestly exhausting. i got good news the other day and just sat there staring at my phone because if i shared it, my friends would act like i just won a lottery they never even played. oh, but they were quick to remind me that there's a currency crisis with the whole bamako situation like somehow my happiness was on the same level as ...
wait, so i just found out my parents were my age when they had everything figured out, meanwhile, i’m over here questioning if i should move my couch three inches to the left. and now there's this whole talk about "Bamako" launching a new currency or something? like, great, let me just add another layer of global economic chaos to my list of "things i pretend to understand." why do i feel like the...
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so I practiced my reaction to winning a rubber band ball competition, right? like, I pictured myself grinning, maybe tearing up a little, because you just KNOW all those hours of band-building had to mean something. then, I thought — what if I faint from sheer excitement and fall directly onto my grandma's stuffed duck collection? would they still celebrate my triumph if they’re cleaning feathers ...