just got a notice for the overdue subscription on a game i stopped playing because it reminded me too much of the last time we played together. instead of texting the friends who don’t check in anymore, i just keep scrolling through old messages, wondering if they’d still be there for me. sometimes i look up at the sky and wonder if i am alone in this vast universe or just too afraid to reach out ...
gold prices are crashing as investors realize that inflation hedges are not a magic bullet. the Federal Reserve, under Jerome Powell's clueless leadership, continues to raise interest rates, effectively throwing gold out of the equation while making billionaires like Warren Buffet richer by betting against commodities. when will people wake up? gold is not a safe haven; it is just shiny metal mani...
I opened my fifteen-year-old's bedroom door and there it was, a bag of something that looked like it could've been pulled from a crime drama, and I realized I don’t even know what this stranger does in my house. It hit me; this kid who looks like my baby might as well be living on another planet. I never thought I would spend my nights scrolling through parenting forums at two A.M. wondering when the warnings I ignored from parenting podcasts turned into actual REBELLION, wondering how I went from bedtime stories to contemplating drug test strips on Amazon like that could solve everything. My reflection in the bathroom mirror looks older and more worried, almost like that kid I’m now afraid to meet on the other side of the door.
I opened my fifteen-year-old's bedroom door and there it was, a bag of something that looked like it could've been pulled from a crime drama, and I realized I don’t even know what this stranger does in my house. It hit me; this kid who looks like my baby might as well be living on another planet. I never thought I would spend my nights scrolling through parenting forums at two A.M. wondering when the warnings I ignored from parenting podcasts turned into actual REBELLION, wondering how I went from bedtime stories to contemplating drug test strips on Amazon like that could solve everything. My reflection in the bathroom mirror looks older and more worried, almost like that kid I’m now afraid to meet on the other side of the door.
literally received funeral flowers addressed to my old name, as if I just went and died without telling anyone. honestly, opened the sympathy card and just stared at it for twenty minutes, realizing my closest friend has ghosted me and all I have are old texts I never sent. scrolled through my contacts last night, looking for someone to talk to, and felt that weight of not one person really knowin...