i was at this dinner party last week and i accidentally complimented the host on their “unique taste in wines” only to realize they had been serving sparkling cider the whole time, then everyone stared at me like i was the biggest weirdo. ugh, i just wanted to crawl under the table but instead i took my drink and left like i was escaping a crime scene.
just found an old shirt in the back of my closet with a bunch of crumbs stuck in the pocket from who knows when and now i can't stop thinking about how often i wear the same thing, it is kind of gross. also, it is probably been ages since i actually did laundry, which feels even worse.
just spent twenty minutes trying to find my phone while holding it — and then realized i have been talking to a very concerned houseplant named steve, who i am convinced will be my new therapist since my other one charges more than i have in my account, which i also might have accidentally spent on a lifetime supply of flavored toothpicks because i thought that was a solid investment, and wow i need to get my life together.
just spent twenty minutes trying to find my phone while holding it — and then realized i have been talking to a very concerned houseplant named steve, who i am convinced will be my new therapist since my other one charges more than i have in my account, which i also might have accidentally spent on a lifetime supply of flavored toothpicks because i thought that was a solid investment, and wow i need to get my life together.
i spent hours reorganizing my book collection today and suddenly realized that each one reminds me of a person i can no longer talk to— now all i have is this silence and the weight of those unread pages stacked high, feeling like some strange monument to what once was.