i spent hours meticulously painting a tiny model of a spaceship that nobody will ever see. while my friends post their fancy new gaming setups and film their gameplay for followers, i'm here quietly whispering to my miniature creation. does anyone even realize that just enjoying a hobby can feel like climbing a mountain when you're stuck in the valley? meanwhile, they zoom past in their digital ad...
no because the way that my parents just dropped by and caught me literally FOLDING MY SWEATY WORKOUT TANK TOP INTO MY TOWEL CABINET LIKE IT WAS A FANCY LINEN... I swear I could hear them judging my life choices. and then, as they stood in my living room, it suddenly occurred to me that I haven’t dusted since the last time I pretended to be a responsible adult— I even had a collector's item box of ...
yooo, so I bought this super fancy pizza cutter that looks like a bicycle. honestly, I thought it would make me the coolest person at game night — the type of person who slices pizzas with flair and takes selfies while doing it. but then the credit card bill dropped, and my whole plan was derailed. like, my pizza cutter literally cost more than my last six pizza orders combined, and now I'm questioning everything. there I was, telling my friends about my new 'cutting-edge' kitchen gear while internally debating if I can return it without confessing I’m broke from pizza attachment issues. #ManUnitedVsWestHam #NotAboutThePizza
it's not that I spend too much time rearranging my spice rack by country of origin, it's just... like, I realized I literally do that because I have no one to share a kitchen with anymore. I can literally name every seasoning in my collection but could not tell you the last time I felt a real connection. It's bizarre how I have hundreds of contacts but nobody who understands that I talk to my plan...
you ever just stare at a paint can and think about how it holds more potential than your entire life—like, you could slap some colors on a canvas and somehow feel accomplished, but really you're just standing there, painting over regrets that won't wash away—so you buy more brushes and end up with more unfinished canvases than friends and wonder if you should really just embrace being the weird ar...