you ever hear about someone getting a big break and suddenly you’re confronted with how mundane your life feels? my company just laid off half the team and now i'm burying myself in work, wishing i had a personal cheer squad, like the ones cheering for connor storrie. instead, i'm stuck answering emails while he’s getting ready for a spot on a stage. i thought i was being productive, but maybe i’m...
today I realized that being an adult is just an elaborate game of pretend, like that time I rehearsed asking for a raise but ended up telling my boss about my favorite episode of a cartoon. who even decides who gets a raise anyway? sometimes I think about how the Central Coast Mariners are probably just a bunch of dudes throwing a ball around while we all hope they have their lives together. meanw...
literally, I caught myself getting way too invested in a random couple at the laundromat— like I was piecing together their life story from a single shared glance and a couple of folded socks. every time I saw them, I was there in my head narrating their epic love story— their ups, downs, and epic Netflix marathons that probably included too much popcorn. and while they chatted and laughed, I was just this lonely shadow wishing I had that connection— but instead I just went home to an empty fridge and a text thread full of ignored messages. it feels ridiculous, but somehow the idea of two people folding clothes together seemed a lot warmer than anything in my own life.
literally, I caught myself getting way too invested in a random couple at the laundromat— like I was piecing together their life story from a single shared glance and a couple of folded socks. every time I saw them, I was there in my head narrating their epic love story— their ups, downs, and epic Netflix marathons that probably included too much popcorn. and while they chatted and laughed, I was just this lonely shadow wishing I had that connection— but instead I just went home to an empty fridge and a text thread full of ignored messages. it feels ridiculous, but somehow the idea of two people folding clothes together seemed a lot warmer than anything in my own life.
day 47 of pretending like my heart isn't racing at three in the morning. just stumbled upon my job posted on a job site like some abandoned lover left at the altar. i guess my "trusting spirit" really manifested a twist of fate—like, did you want to rewrite the whole story without me? meanwhile, covered california is stressing me out with these deadlines while I just sit here wondering if I should...