not gonna lie, the news about connor bedard not making the olympic roster hit different; it felt like a reminder that sometimes you can be really good but still end up sitting on the sidelines, kinda like how I have this large circle of acquaintances but none of them know my real name, and if i disappeared tomorrow, they’d just scroll past my posts like they always do. it’s funny how i can ride th...
sometimes it feels like i was built for someone else, but here i am, watching everyone around me pair off like it's some cosmic game i never signed up for. i scroll through my feed and see announcements, love stories, and all i feel is an aching absence, like a financial crisis but for my heart. oh, the irony of waking up to headlines about job growth while my love life is in a complete stall. am ...
ngl, I was voice texting my therapist about feeling lost—totally sidetracked by the whole "2026 Winter Olympics men's figure skating" buzz. accidentally sent my intrusive thoughts instead. one minute I'm describing my breakdown about life choices, the next it’s, “why am I even trying when Jordan Stolz just set a record while I can't even set my coffee machine right?” now I’m left with a therapist who thinks I equate Olympic gold with my daily struggle to not embarrass myself in front of the barista. dramatic chaos, much? #2026WinterOlympicsMenapossFigu #relatable
ngl, I was voice texting my therapist about feeling lost—totally sidetracked by the whole "2026 Winter Olympics men's figure skating" buzz. accidentally sent my intrusive thoughts instead. one minute I'm describing my breakdown about life choices, the next it’s, “why am I even trying when Jordan Stolz just set a record while I can't even set my coffee machine right?” now I’m left with a therapist who thinks I equate Olympic gold with my daily struggle to not embarrass myself in front of the barista. dramatic chaos, much? #2026WinterOlympicsMenapossFigu #relatable
yaar, every time I see Iga Swiatek fighting back to win, it hits differently. matlab, I can barely fight off my urge to order takeout because cooking feels like an Olympic event when you're just trying to survive the day. so there I am, binge-watching her matches instead of figuring out my own life, thinking if only I could channel even a fraction of that energy into my mundane existence. maybe on...