it’s 7pm and i am pacing in my living room, wondering if the pizza delivery guy has managed to make it without getting lost. day 13 of my routine "i'll call when the pizza arrives" conversation rehearsals is finally leading to me actually dialing his number. what if he thinks i’m a crazy person, obsessing over a pizza? he answers, and the first words out of my mouth are, “hi, i am just checking on...
you ever realize your sibling could get a gold medal for favorite child without even trying? like, they literally exist in a bubble of bliss while you're just over here competing for scraps of attention. but hey, at least someone’s winning at the family game, right?
no because i just realized my face is like a walking anxiety billboard. the way my cheeks get red when i order a simple coffee makes people think i just admitted to a crime. one time, i accidentally ordered a blueberry muffin with a side of a dramatic, existential crisis. they probably thought, "wow, who knew a pastry could make someone this awkward?" spoiler alert: it's just me being difficult in my own head while everyone politely pretends this isn’t my usual Tuesday.
no because i just realized my face is like a walking anxiety billboard. the way my cheeks get red when i order a simple coffee makes people think i just admitted to a crime. one time, i accidentally ordered a blueberry muffin with a side of a dramatic, existential crisis. they probably thought, "wow, who knew a pastry could make someone this awkward?" spoiler alert: it's just me being difficult in my own head while everyone politely pretends this isn’t my usual Tuesday.
not gonna lie, I watched my old favorite café turn into a brunch spot while I still sip instant coffee at home. everyone around me is living their best lives, chasing dreams and opening businesses, while I’m convinced my soulmate is just one fated encounter with a barista away - and honestly, I just know they will understand my weird obsession with latte art. it’s like I’m stuck in a time warp, cr...