why do we pretend? I told my friends I couldn’t go out because I “wasn’t feeling well,” but really, I can’t even afford a pack of gum right now. I’ll sit at home, binging bad reality TV, plotting the revenge of skipping all their stories. Don’t they realize I’d rather scream into my pillow than show up broke to happy hour? Isn't it wild how we wear our lies like armor, only to realize the truth hu...
do you ever feel like the world thinks you are living some fabulous life, but inside you are just praying that the second-hand chair in your living room doesn’t collapse under you? i smile and say, “yes, everything is fine,” while i juggle bills like a poorly trained clown at a kid’s birthday party. honestly, if anyone opens my pantry, they would discover the mystery of why my neighbor’s cat keeps...
yooo, so I may or may not have practiced my reaction for when I finally get that call telling me I won a cheese sculpting competition I didn’t even enter. I stood in front of my mirror—full-on acceptance speech vibes—thanking my imaginary supporters while holding a block of cheddar like it was an Oscar. —And just to make it awkwardly authentic, I tripped over my cat and ended up face-first in the pile of laundry. A real moment of glory, let me tell you.
yooo, so I may or may not have practiced my reaction for when I finally get that call telling me I won a cheese sculpting competition I didn’t even enter. I stood in front of my mirror—full-on acceptance speech vibes—thanking my imaginary supporters while holding a block of cheddar like it was an Oscar. —And just to make it awkwardly authentic, I tripped over my cat and ended up face-first in the pile of laundry. A real moment of glory, let me tell you.
literally every weekend, i plan elaborate dinners for my imaginary guests. like, i can tell you exactly what we would eat, the jokes we would share, and the chaotic way someone always spills wine. honestly, my kitchen has seen more drama than any relationship i’ve had. meanwhile, in real life, the only one at the table is me, listening to the crickets outside while eating leftovers.