ever watch a show and get so attached that when a fictional character starts dating your celebrity crush, you feel actual jealousy? i spent last night arguing with myself about how the weather in ballarat somehow mirrors my misery. one moment, sunny and bright; the next, dark and rainy, just like my emotions when i imagined that character laughing with my dream guy. and as i scrolled through their...
literally, I was scrolling through the latest about Athletic Club and Real Sociedad, feeling good, like I actually belong. then I remembered I haven’t bought groceries in weeks because I keep pretending that empty fridge is part of some weird minimalism phase. I casually scheduled dinner with friends later this week but just found out my bank balance won't cover anything except those instant ramen...
honestly, i can’t stop imagining myself on the golf course, aceing every hole like tony finau and becoming a legend, while my actual game involves missing the ball completely and somehow pulling a muscle just from the stress of deciding between my clubs. literally had a dream where i was teeing off and out of nowhere my boss shows up to critique my swing while discussing my performance review like its normal, as if i'm supposed to balance a career and my undiscovered golf talent at the same time. woke up sweating, doubting my life choices, but also ready to hit the driving range... just to leave with more bruises than confidence. #TonyFinau #livingthehypotheticaldream
honestly, i can’t stop imagining myself on the golf course, aceing every hole like tony finau and becoming a legend, while my actual game involves missing the ball completely and somehow pulling a muscle just from the stress of deciding between my clubs. literally had a dream where i was teeing off and out of nowhere my boss shows up to critique my swing while discussing my performance review like its normal, as if i'm supposed to balance a career and my undiscovered golf talent at the same time. woke up sweating, doubting my life choices, but also ready to hit the driving range... just to leave with more bruises than confidence. #TonyFinau #livingthehypotheticaldream
i sometimes think that the quiet ones are secretly judging me for being too much. like, there i am, meticulously picking out colors for a themed bathroom that nobody ever sees, while they stare blankly into space, judging me without saying a word. maybe i am the difficult one, the oversharer who makes people uncomfortable, hiding behind elaborate baking projects to distract from the loneliness tha...