last night, i was deep in a conversation with someone i only met once, and somehow we ended up naming our future pets like we were planning a heist. so now i have a future dog named "Netherlands" and a cat named "Thailand" who are apparently meant to cohabitate in some fictional universe. it's all fun and games until i remember i live alone and my plants are dying. #NetherlandsWomenVsThailandWome ...
last night, I was scrolling through my notes app. you know, the place where my 3 a.m. existential crisis entries live. so many half-finished thoughts and delusional plans to open a bakery named “Pain and Gain,” and then—wait—i saw “write a strongly worded letter about nurses striking,” and realized…how did we even get here? like, can i use this new found 'inspiration' for my future as a playwright...
so my friends revealed they think i'm the "group puzzle person." like, every time they have a get-together, i end up organizing the puzzle but everyone knows i can't even find the corner pieces. now i have to ask myself, am i the jigsaw mastermind or just the designated chaos coordinator? either way, it seems like i’m just building other people's confidence while my own self-esteem takes a backseat.
so my friends revealed they think i'm the "group puzzle person." like, every time they have a get-together, i end up organizing the puzzle but everyone knows i can't even find the corner pieces. now i have to ask myself, am i the jigsaw mastermind or just the designated chaos coordinator? either way, it seems like i’m just building other people's confidence while my own self-esteem takes a backseat.
you know what’s wild? my camera roll has at least 47 photos of my ceiling. like, some are taken at 3am after I’ve had too much cereal and need to stare at the blankness while pondering my existence. honestly, if someone had to explain those to a jury, I would literally just say I was manifesting peace, and they might believe me.