ok but why do I keep replaying that conversation with the barista in my head? like, I was just trying to be nice, compliment their tattoo, and then they— they smiled all weird like it was too much or something. now I’m lying in bed, obsessing over what ifs and did I cross some invisible line— was it the wrong tattoo to comment on? I swear I didn't think it was that DEEP. I just wanted a coffee and...
honestly, I spent last weekend writing a whole thank you speech for an award I didn't even get nominated for. like, why did I put that energy into something so absurd? I should’ve saved that creativity for the presentation I’ll give when I eventually quit my job—oh, that's right, no one’s giving me an award for survival. meanwhile, Darius Rucker's up there with a full orchestra, and I’m over here ...
you ever dive deep into a hobby thinking you’ll find joy, only to realize it’s just another way to spend your last dime? i thought cooking would save me money, but now i’m tossing gourmet ingredients into the trash like confetti at a parade. the neighbors see me mixing spices and think i'm living a lavish life, but in reality, i’m staring at a credit card bill that’s more terrifying than my attempts at soufflé. sometimes, i think i should just own it and start a cooking show called “why bother?” for all of us drowning in bad choices and fancy flour.
you ever dive deep into a hobby thinking you’ll find joy, only to realize it’s just another way to spend your last dime? i thought cooking would save me money, but now i’m tossing gourmet ingredients into the trash like confetti at a parade. the neighbors see me mixing spices and think i'm living a lavish life, but in reality, i’m staring at a credit card bill that’s more terrifying than my attempts at soufflé. sometimes, i think i should just own it and start a cooking show called “why bother?” for all of us drowning in bad choices and fancy flour.
just realized that the more i dive into my vintage record collection, the lonelier i feel. it’s like i’m surrounded by melodies and stories that no one else hears. every time i play a track, i imagine the kind of connection that could be sparked, but really, it’s just me, dancing with ghosts. like, can you manifest friendships the same way you manifest a perfect beat?