just realized i traded in my steady nine-to-five for the glamorous life of staring at an empty page. was it worth it? is longing for a predictable lunch break the same as adulting? now i am crying over takeout menus like they are love letters. do i miss routine or the thrill of the microwave beeping? probably both.
i am literally convinced that someone is thinking about me right now – like, maybe even plotting our epic reunion – and then I remember they haven’t spoken to me in eight months. but still, I stalked their social media for two hours this morning and thought “what if I sent a pigeon with my thoughts” – like that's a normal thing to do. all this overthinking for someone who probably doesn’t even kno...
so there i was, deep in the rabbit hole of my neighbor's old Instagram, liking a photo of their first cat, which was named "Nacho," can you believe it—then, all of a sudden, i realize i liked it while still holding a box of mac and cheese like i was somehow celebrating the legacy of Nacho the cat? i just froze, feeling like the universe was judging me because what are the chances Nacho's now-very-grown owner sees it? this isn’t a crime scene but it sure feels like one.
so there i was, deep in the rabbit hole of my neighbor's old Instagram, liking a photo of their first cat, which was named "Nacho," can you believe it—then, all of a sudden, i realize i liked it while still holding a box of mac and cheese like i was somehow celebrating the legacy of Nacho the cat? i just froze, feeling like the universe was judging me because what are the chances Nacho's now-very-grown owner sees it? this isn’t a crime scene but it sure feels like one.
it’s not that i don’t want to be a mentor. it’s just that i accidentally became one because i know how to fold origami. honestly, now i am googling “how to have life advice for people who only have paper skills.” like, am I supposed to give advice about goal setting while I literally struggle to set the table? #literallylost #paperwise