i used to think adulthood was a secret club where everyone got the handbook on life but now i realize we’re all just winging it like we're pretending to understand a movie in a different language. i mean, the only thing i ever learned about taxes was from a friend who still uses their mom’s Amazon Prime account. when did i become the adult who watches others shove their pizza into a breadstick and...
lmao, the other day I scrolled past a video of my friend literally talking about their new electric bike, and I’m over here still trying to fix my ancient blender. like, HOW did everyone figure out adulthood while I’m just mastering the art of reheating pizza? honestly, if manifesting a secondhand microwave from thin air works, I might be ready to invest in real estate by next week. #catchupstrugg...
wait, so i just watched that short track thing with arianna fontana, and suddenly, i’m reflecting on how my old skating crew turned into strangers. we used to bond over bruised knees and pizza, now it’s all corporate jobs and small talk. i have hundreds of contacts but nobody i’d call in the dark hours. it’s like, my gold medal for adulthood is just a shiny veneer over isolation. even she can achieve gold while i still spiral around life like a forgotten coffee cup on my desk. #AriannaFontana #loneliness
wait, so i just watched that short track thing with arianna fontana, and suddenly, i’m reflecting on how my old skating crew turned into strangers. we used to bond over bruised knees and pizza, now it’s all corporate jobs and small talk. i have hundreds of contacts but nobody i’d call in the dark hours. it’s like, my gold medal for adulthood is just a shiny veneer over isolation. even she can achieve gold while i still spiral around life like a forgotten coffee cup on my desk. #AriannaFontana #loneliness
it’s 2am and i'm scrolling through the news about machida zelvia winning, feeling strangely empty. their success reminds me how little i've accomplished lately. maybe if i spent less time scrolling and more time chasing goals, i wouldn’t be just another face in the crowd, waiting for someone else to score for me. the bitter taste of resentment isn't just for their win; it's for every missed opport...