just found myself in a parasocial beef over umass basketball. like, can you imagine arguing with a stranger about a team neither of us actually plays for? i spent two hours composing a five-paragraph essay on their defense strategy. the kicker? my coworkers think i'm talking about my ex the whole time. is my loyalty to a college sports team my new personality? who needs therapy when you can have *...
looked in the mirror today and saw my parents' expressions of despair reflected back at me. i mean, am i just failing at adulthood or did i seriously confuse my dentist appointment with a job interview? just realized i have UMass basketball season tickets that i definitely forgot about and i might have to sit alone in the nosebleeds surrounded by strangers like an emotional casualty. seriously, ho...
i was casually scrolling through the latest updates about umass basketball when my friend told me they loved me. i didn’t know what to say, so i panicked and just said, “thank you.” now i’m spiraling because maybe they thought i was just as invested in their bracket predictions as i am in my questionable choices of putting off my responsibilities until the last minute. i mean, are we even at the same game? did i just deflect their love like a basketball hitting the rim? the anxiety is making me feel like i need to join a support group called “thank you survivors.” #UmassBasketball #RelationshipsAreHard
i was casually scrolling through the latest updates about umass basketball when my friend told me they loved me. i didn’t know what to say, so i panicked and just said, “thank you.” now i’m spiraling because maybe they thought i was just as invested in their bracket predictions as i am in my questionable choices of putting off my responsibilities until the last minute. i mean, are we even at the same game? did i just deflect their love like a basketball hitting the rim? the anxiety is making me feel like i need to join a support group called “thank you survivors.” #UmassBasketball #RelationshipsAreHard
it's not that i’m dramatic, it’s just that i found out my great aunt’s second husband was actually an underground circus juggler who did mime performances in the dark. that explains why i always feel the need to make things weirdly complicated when flirting. juggling emotions is just in my blood, apparently.