it's not that I miss the ex. it's just that my family literally keeps saying things like, "remember how charming they were? and how they used to play the ukulele at every gathering?” and I’m just sitting here trying to enjoy my salad. the next thing I know, I’m choking on a piece of lettuce thinking, “should I learn ukulele and show up at Thanksgiving as a one-person concert for approval?”
it’s not that i am delusional, it’s just i made eye contact with a stranger while reaching for the last donut in the grocery store, and now i have a full seating chart in my mind for our wedding with 200 guests, half of whom i don’t even know. i mean, who knew that accidentally snatching the treat could lead to planning a future that includes their favorite shade of blue as the wedding color?
just saw that UP warriors game recap, and honestly, my brain went from watching the match highlights to spiraling about what would happen if my plants died from lack of attention. like, how can i save a thriving career when my philodendron has seen better days? so there i was, refreshing my savings account and deciding if i should literally cry over my sickly plant or scream at my non-existent financial plan. suddenly, i feel like those players trying to dodge all the problems coming my way. my whole life is like a bad free throw—no control, missing every shot, and yet, it’s not even the game i wanted to watch... now, i need to decide between a fake plant and an overpriced grocery run. literally, what am i doing? #
just saw that UP warriors game recap, and honestly, my brain went from watching the match highlights to spiraling about what would happen if my plants died from lack of attention. like, how can i save a thriving career when my philodendron has seen better days? so there i was, refreshing my savings account and deciding if i should literally cry over my sickly plant or scream at my non-existent financial plan. suddenly, i feel like those players trying to dodge all the problems coming my way. my whole life is like a bad free throw—no control, missing every shot, and yet, it’s not even the game i wanted to watch... now, i need to decide between a fake plant and an overpriced grocery run. literally, what am i doing? #
it's 2 a.m. and i just spent two hours folding my laundry with a careful process that could rival origami, convinced that an organized closet would finally unlock the mysteries of my life. after stepping back to admire my work, i accidentally knocked over the pile and created a clean chaos that looked like a clothing tornado hit a thrift store. now i am surrounded by a carpet of unmatched socks an...