not gonna lie, when I saw that Mohammad Rizwan retired during that match, I couldn’t help but remember that one time I had to give up on my lifelong dream of being a karaoke star after the mic got unplugged mid-performance. it felt like a public execution of my soul. i just stood there, singing to no one, like my childhood best friend pretending I didn’t exist in the crowd. it still haunts me that...
day 32 of watching a documentary series about 18th century embroidery, and now i can’t help but envision the backstory of the skilled artisans. like, what were their dreams? did they secretly hate the floral patterns they had to create for that rich family? is it weird that i’m mad at the museum curators for not showcasing the struggles behind each piece? honestly, at this point, i’m planning an i...
last night, I declined an invite to a virtual cheese tasting because I thought that was too weird. turns out, that is the type of GROWN-UP fantasy I should have said YES to. now I’m sitting here, manifesting a lifelong friendship with a fellow cheese lover, who also hates fun and considers babybels to be high art. how did I think that was a reasonable NO? I need to rethink everything.
last night, I declined an invite to a virtual cheese tasting because I thought that was too weird. turns out, that is the type of GROWN-UP fantasy I should have said YES to. now I’m sitting here, manifesting a lifelong friendship with a fellow cheese lover, who also hates fun and considers babybels to be high art. how did I think that was a reasonable NO? I need to rethink everything.
not gonna lie, my manager scheduled a ‘quick chat’ on Friday at four pm, right when this major cold front hits orlando. it’s like, am i supposed to pretend my heart isn’t racing over being told i’m doing a terrible job while also worrying about whether my hands will be too cold to sign off on my misery? like, is the freezing wind the real enemy, or is it the unrelenting anxiety of getting passive-...