honestly, just yesterday I unsent a message that said, "I can't believe how useless our new electric car models are." forgot that I had already sent it during the meeting about the "Electric Car Revolution." now, my boss who once asked if I was okay since I looked like a raccoon from sleepless nights just hit me up about that message. can't tell if he thinks I'm a total disaster or a revolutionary...
it's not that i mind working with someone who takes joy in sending passive-aggressive emails, it’s just that now their "motivational" pep talks feel more like a circus act. i mean, they made us do trust falls the other day, but i couldn't even look them in the eye while falling because i still remember them stealing my lunch like it was a performance art piece. so here i am, navigating daily meeti...
—so I walk into my kitchen, expecting a warm hug from my mom— but instead, I see her clutching my old stuffed dinosaur, just staring— “I'm not mad, I’m just disappointed,” she says, holding it like evidence in a court case— because apparently, she expected my fifteen-year-old self to grow up and be an astronaut, not a grown adult still believing that turning on the oven makes me a "chef." I mean, let’s be real—at least the dinosaur's dream is still intact.
—so I walk into my kitchen, expecting a warm hug from my mom— but instead, I see her clutching my old stuffed dinosaur, just staring— “I'm not mad, I’m just disappointed,” she says, holding it like evidence in a court case— because apparently, she expected my fifteen-year-old self to grow up and be an astronaut, not a grown adult still believing that turning on the oven makes me a "chef." I mean, let’s be real—at least the dinosaur's dream is still intact.
yooo, so i was watching trailers for the 'Blade' reboot, right? all hyped, then my uncle calls to tell me our family's always been like vampires. like, straight up BITE anyone who crosses us energy. meanwhile, i haven’t even finished a book this month because my biggest fear is sending a text to my crush without hitting ‘send.’ so now i’m just sitting here, questioning if my anxiety is the family ...