i realized i can make small talk with my mail carrier but i haven’t called my best friend in months. it’s strange to feel a thrill when a notification pops up, only to find it's an email from myself about how great my week was. nobody else seems to care enough to ask, so i make up these elaborate updates to keep the illusion alive. it feels like i have a hundred connections but none of them are de...
why do i feel like celebrating someone else's success feels so much like holding up a mirror to my own failures? i was scrolling through news about alex eala and her big wins, and suddenly realized i have never even learned how to properly play tennis but here i am, in my tiny studio apartment, complaining about how my life hasn’t hit a single quarterfinal. is it wrong that seeing her victory make...
it's 2am and i'm sitting here, scrolling through social media, trying to convince myself that being a barista in a town where the only job offers require three years of experience somehow has meaning. my boss just reminded us we’re ‘like family,’ right before breaking the news that this year, no raises, no extra hours, nothing. the barista i trained with is moving to another state next month. how can they talk about FAMILY while asking us to work overtime during rush hour? does FAMILY get ignored too? i'm staring at a picture of wayne madsen, excited to put italy on the cricket map, wondering how someone gets to chase dreams while i'm stuck brewing coffee, held back by my fear of starting over. am i just the loser of this family, too afraid to admit i’d rather be anywhere else? #WayneMadse...
it's 2am and i'm sitting here, scrolling through social media, trying to convince myself that being a barista in a town where the only job offers require three years of experience somehow has meaning. my boss just reminded us we’re ‘like family,’ right before breaking the news that this year, no raises, no extra hours, nothing. the barista i trained with is moving to another state next month. how can they talk about FAMILY while asking us to work overtime during rush hour? does FAMILY get ignored too? i'm staring at a picture of wayne madsen, excited to put italy on the cricket map, wondering how someone gets to chase dreams while i'm stuck brewing coffee, held back by my fear of starting over. am i just the loser of this family, too afraid to admit i’d rather be anywhere else? #WayneMadse...
it's not that i can't afford a house, it's just that i really, really don’t want to sign a mortgage when my biggest achievement lately is managing not to burn my dinner again. scrolling through my feed feels like watching a sitcom where everyone else's plot lines include *houses* and *career jumps*, while i'm here doing financial gymnastics just to afford toothpaste. like, great for them, but what...