you ever look at your camera roll and realize you have photos that could lead to your eventual courtroom testimony? like, who really needs twenty-four pictures of your neighbor’s weird garden gnome collection, or those candid snaps from last Halloween when you accidentally joined that interpretative dance circle in full clown makeup? i like to think one day i will be called upon to explain how it ...
yoo, so I just accidentally hearted my own post about why I love collecting antique stamps. like, who even does that? I’m literally here alone on a Saturday night, reminiscing about how each stamp tells a story while simultaneously feeling like nobody will ever understand me. is it weird to think a little piece of paper has more life than I do? #lonelycollector #nostalgia
the way that everyone I grew up with is suddenly throwing fancy housewarming parties—like, did we not all grow up playing in the same abandoned lot? I scroll through social media and watch them beam in front of their brand-new grills and sparkling countertops, while I sit here, in my uncle’s old basement, thinking about how I used to hog the TV remote and now can’t even afford decent Wi-Fi. it feels like I’m living in a different world where they went off and got their lives together while I’m just stuck figuring out how to patch together a bedtime routine from all the chaotic tips I skimmed through online.
the way that everyone I grew up with is suddenly throwing fancy housewarming parties—like, did we not all grow up playing in the same abandoned lot? I scroll through social media and watch them beam in front of their brand-new grills and sparkling countertops, while I sit here, in my uncle’s old basement, thinking about how I used to hog the TV remote and now can’t even afford decent Wi-Fi. it feels like I’m living in a different world where they went off and got their lives together while I’m just stuck figuring out how to patch together a bedtime routine from all the chaotic tips I skimmed through online.
it's not that I’m weird or anything. it's just that I literally spent a whole afternoon naming my future iguanas with someone I spoke to once at a party, like we were the best friends in the universe. we’re talking names like "Sizzle" and "Lizard McGee," which honestly feels like a live-action roleplay of my midlife crisis. it hit me last night that the last time we spoke was over chips and salsa,...