i once saw a woman on the bus, and for an hour, she became my entire universe. the way her hands moved while she spoke on the phone sparked my imagination. was she a secret writer crafting beautiful stories, or was she an artist grappling with her next masterpiece? i built a whole life for her in my head, filled with dreams, heartbreaks, and achievements. but isn't it strange to create something s...
literally, sometimes I wonder if I am the main character in everyone's awkward saga. like, did I get the script where I say weird stuff at the worst possible moments? honestly, one time I asked a coworker about their “favorite chemical compound” during lunch and they stared at me like I was about to challenge them to a duel. at this point, I’m pretty sure my friends are just too polite to tell me I’m the reason behind their social anxiety.
literally, sometimes I wonder if I am the main character in everyone's awkward saga. like, did I get the script where I say weird stuff at the worst possible moments? honestly, one time I asked a coworker about their “favorite chemical compound” during lunch and they stared at me like I was about to challenge them to a duel. at this point, I’m pretty sure my friends are just too polite to tell me I’m the reason behind their social anxiety.
bruh, so I was literally at this work seminar and instead of networking, I spent the entire time practicing my speech to introduce myself. you know, for a minute, I thought I was the most charismatic person ever until I walked up to someone, confidently said “I am a dynamic team player,” and then literally tripped over my own foot. they caught me in mid-fall and instead of helping, they burst out ...