I used to think thirty was OLD, like that ancient guy in the movies who always says "back in my day." I made this vision board last year, full of goals like "write a novel" and "run a marathon." Now I'm looking at it and just wondering if I should add "survive adulthood" to the list instead. I just found out Chiranjeevi is getting a sequel. So that means there's still hope for ME, right? Like... h...
not gonna lie, my relatives just compared me to my cousin who's hitting all the right notes in life, meanwhile, I can't even hit my target word count for work. shai hope’s breaking records and I’m out here praying my microwave doesn't explode while I heat instant noodles for dinner again. they say money can’t buy happiness, but do they see my financial anxiety turn into a hobby at this point? real...
not gonna lie, I just went down the dark rabbit hole of my bank statements and discovered I’m somehow subscribed to a narwhal fact of the day email, a monthly cactus subscription box, and I even pay for a service that sends me personalized haikus. I honestly thought I’d hit rock bottom when I found out about the cactus, but then I realized I also can’t recall the last time I watered my actual plants. like, the fact that I’m single handedly supporting a company dedicated to creating ironic pet rocks is either my life’s greatest achievement or my imminent spiral into madness.
not gonna lie, I just went down the dark rabbit hole of my bank statements and discovered I’m somehow subscribed to a narwhal fact of the day email, a monthly cactus subscription box, and I even pay for a service that sends me personalized haikus. I honestly thought I’d hit rock bottom when I found out about the cactus, but then I realized I also can’t recall the last time I watered my actual plants. like, the fact that I’m single handedly supporting a company dedicated to creating ironic pet rocks is either my life’s greatest achievement or my imminent spiral into madness.
just realized my spotify wrapped revealed my entire personality in a way that’s almost SCARY. like, the fact that my top song was about being a tragic romantic while I vacuumed my carpet alone... says something. then I saw my number one artist was an obscure indie band with a song about losing at board games, and I thought... wow, am I really just a one-woman emotional support pillow fort? what ha...