like, I just found out my friends think I’m the “Phoebe Litchfield” of our group—super talented but kinda overshadowed by a toxic work environment—and I literally do not know whether to be flattered or concerned. they act like my role is supporting character in their success stories while I’m over here like “what about my moment to shine?”—just last week, I finished an epic project at work and the...
wait—so I just found out my friends have a secret chat without me. i mean, at this point, i am like the marcus stoinis of our friend group—kinda there but mostly sidelined, watching them thrive while i scroll in agony. also, last week, they were all talking about going to that new restaurant, and i thought, “maybe i just forgot”... but they probably just forgot me. and now i'm questioning all my l...
last night, i accidentally sent a screenshot of me Googling “how to tell someone they have bad breath” to the actual person whose breath i was concerned about. i thought i was being sneaky, but nope, now they think i’m not only a dental hygiene expert but also a professional eavesdropper.
last night, i accidentally sent a screenshot of me Googling “how to tell someone they have bad breath” to the actual person whose breath i was concerned about. i thought i was being sneaky, but nope, now they think i’m not only a dental hygiene expert but also a professional eavesdropper.
just realized i was on the verge of googling how to unclog a sink, like, serious plumber-level stuff, while my parents are one call away. but then i stopped myself, thinking, would i even know what to do with the advice? it all came crashing down when i remembered the last time i tried fixing a lightbulb, which ended in me calling my mom while holding a ladder—yeah, the light is still out.