wait, so my manager wants a “quick chat” on Friday at four? that’s code for “i hope you’re ready to awkwardly stare at your hands while pretending we both didn’t see you almost burn down the break room last week” – honestly, i might just walk in, sit down, and dramatically declare “i CAN do a cartwheel,” and then not follow through because i dont think that’ll go over well. like, do i practice a c...
literally nobody tells you how strange it is to know so many faces but not a single soul. i used to think those late-night talks with a barista about the weather meant connection, but now they’re just echoes in a crowded cafe. honestly, some days it feels like i’m walking through a museum of people who used to matter but now just nod and smile.
bruh, the other day I watched my neighbor get a brand new outdoor pizza oven while I’m over here struggling to find enough change to buy a frozen pizza. he casually invites the whole block over for dinner and I'm just over here wondering if a bowl of cereal counts as a meal. everyone’s living their best lives, and I’m literally using a kitchen chair as my coffee table. life’s a game and I forgot to read the rules.
bruh, the other day I watched my neighbor get a brand new outdoor pizza oven while I’m over here struggling to find enough change to buy a frozen pizza. he casually invites the whole block over for dinner and I'm just over here wondering if a bowl of cereal counts as a meal. everyone’s living their best lives, and I’m literally using a kitchen chair as my coffee table. life’s a game and I forgot to read the rules.
it's not that i don't want kids, it's just that the only thing i've successfully raised so far is my sourdough starter that apparently has higher expectations than my love life. every family dinner feels like an episode of a terrible game show where my mom and cousins pull out a scorecard comparing my relationship status to their cute toddler pictures, and it's hard to explain to them that i'm str...