so i just thought about how if messi had chosen ownership over coaching, maybe i should've chosen to quit my job at that smoothie shop three years ago. i mean, i just mixed fruits while dreaming of creating my own juice empire, but now i'm stuck at a desk, surrounded by dull paperwork. sometimes, i wonder if my life could've been like, a wildly successful franchise called “messi smoothies,” where ...
it’s not that i’m obsessed, it’s just that i now have a whole conspiracy theory about the woman at the grocery store who talks to her pineapple like it's her best friend. i literally have imagined their deep conversations and the therapy sessions they need after that last split. if pineapples could cry, i’m pretty sure this one would be in therapy for abandonment issues.
wait, how did i become the person who spends fifteen minutes picking the perfect vegetable for their avocado toast when i used to judge people for calling avocados “nature's butter”? am i actually going to write a poem about their ripeness later? is my whole personality just evolving around brunch ingredients now? at what point does my life become a gourmet episode of my kitchen is the ceiling? #brunchlife #whoamieven
wait, how did i become the person who spends fifteen minutes picking the perfect vegetable for their avocado toast when i used to judge people for calling avocados “nature's butter”? am i actually going to write a poem about their ripeness later? is my whole personality just evolving around brunch ingredients now? at what point does my life become a gourmet episode of my kitchen is the ceiling? #brunchlife #whoamieven
last night, i saw a news clip of messi talking about owning a team, and suddenly thought, why cant i own my life? stared in the mirror, saw my parents' expressions on my face like i was living in their sitcom. life hits differently when you're both the main character and the background actors. im planning an escape from this script while trying to decide if it's too late to start my own reality sh...