the other day i turned down this perfect opportunity because i thought, who needs it? now i'm watching someone else step into that role, getting accolades like they're the chosen one—while i’m here organizing my sock drawer for the third time this week. funny how the world rewards the bold while i get a participation trophy in self-doubt—i guess that makes me a world-class loser, huh? #World #oops
not gonna lie, when i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this morning, it felt like the ghost of my past life looked back. i realized i was obsessing over that game, the paarl royals versus joburg super kings, like it actually mattered in my soul. as i panicked about my future like a middle-aged dad at a barbecue, i couldn't help but wonder if my life is just one giant match that i'm losing....
it's not that i don't appreciate love, it's just that when someone said "i love you" to me, i panicked and replied with a solid "thank you" — like i was accepting a compliment on my shirt instead of someone's heart. does this mean i need to take a course in emotional responses or am i just committed to this weird version of gratitude for affection?
it's not that i don't appreciate love, it's just that when someone said "i love you" to me, i panicked and replied with a solid "thank you" — like i was accepting a compliment on my shirt instead of someone's heart. does this mean i need to take a course in emotional responses or am i just committed to this weird version of gratitude for affection?
literally just found out i got passed over for a promotion AGAIN. now my life feels like that time i put two socks in the dryer and only one came out. is it too much to ask for at least ONE sock in my professional life to match?