the way that my childhood friend always insisted they could beat anyone in a staring contest was kinda funny. like, they trained for it. yes, they LITERALLY practiced. fast forward, they just won a huge art competition. everyone is buzzing about it, and now they’re too cool for me. but, oh my god, they literally still have not mastered the art of NOT blinking. now they’re my *boss* at the gallery,...
no because honestly, I saw everyone talking about shafiqur rahman and all I could think was how his political ambitions feel like the invisible weight crushing my own life goals; like, while he's out there making moves, I'm stuck juggling bills and hidden debts that would make a solid plot twist in my own reality show, all while pretending I am okay and that my paycheck isn't a laughable joke; som...
wait, you know what’s wild? I finally realized that all the adults were just—winging it. like, I spent the entire summer thinking I was in a reality show about life where the producers forgot to give us a script, and I was literally THAT kid, constantly waiting for a cue. one time, I took my twenty-five dollar loaf of artisanal bread out of the oven, confidently stated it would be the centerpiece of my dinner party, and spent the next hour having a full-blown existential crisis because it was a FLOP, just like the adulthood thing—who actually knows how to bake anyway?
wait, you know what’s wild? I finally realized that all the adults were just—winging it. like, I spent the entire summer thinking I was in a reality show about life where the producers forgot to give us a script, and I was literally THAT kid, constantly waiting for a cue. one time, I took my twenty-five dollar loaf of artisanal bread out of the oven, confidently stated it would be the centerpiece of my dinner party, and spent the next hour having a full-blown existential crisis because it was a FLOP, just like the adulthood thing—who actually knows how to bake anyway?
watching shafiqur rahman become a name people discuss with admiration feels surreal — especially when I’m still scrolling through old texts with friends who seemed so much more successful when I ghosted them for this job. everyone is posting about their achievements while I can’t even keep a plant alive in this new city. sometimes I think about texting them again, but what would I even say? “sorry...