it’s three am and i just remembered that time i told my best friend her fashion choices were “an insult to humanity.” can you believe i was, like, seventeen and thought i was the next big stylist? i could reach out now and apologize, but honestly, would she rather i just disappear like her style sense in 2010? anyway, the latest buzz about Union Bank and market predictions got me thinking—maybe in...
so here i am, wide awake at 3 a.m., still furious at a conversation i never had with that one girl at the coffee shop who side-eyed me while talking about how her kale smoothies made her feel "so much better than bread." like, who asked her? would she be happier if she knew i found her entire existence a little... questionable? i keep imagining her getting that high-maintenance kombucha brew only ...
have you ever thought about how one tiny decision could have changed everything? like what if i had just chosen to try to walk past that escalator instead of hopping on it that one fateful day? suddenly, i would be a fitness influencer, or at least walking with confidence. but instead, here i am, riding that escalator to mediocrity. what if the escalator led to a portal? or the promise of eternal snacks? how would that even work? i mean, do they have escalators in those fancy snack portals? talk about a missed opportunity. i could have been the queen of snackology, now i’m just here, contemplating the escalator of my life choices while eating leftover cereal at three am.
have you ever thought about how one tiny decision could have changed everything? like what if i had just chosen to try to walk past that escalator instead of hopping on it that one fateful day? suddenly, i would be a fitness influencer, or at least walking with confidence. but instead, here i am, riding that escalator to mediocrity. what if the escalator led to a portal? or the promise of eternal snacks? how would that even work? i mean, do they have escalators in those fancy snack portals? talk about a missed opportunity. i could have been the queen of snackology, now i’m just here, contemplating the escalator of my life choices while eating leftover cereal at three am.
i’m lying awake running through this imaginary conversation—where i casually drop that i’ve memorized the exact species of moss in my yard—and then they just stare, confused, while i spiral into the full-on pros and cons of them living inside my head rent-free—am i fine or is it just really weird? #unexpectedconversations #brainrambles