i just stumbled upon an old photo of myself, and i genuinely thought, "who is this stranger wearing an oversized sweater from a thrift store?" is this growth or have i just lost my identity along with the elastic waistband of those jeans? but then again, who decided that being responsible means never accidentally posing like a human jellybean in front of a camera? when did wearing a funeral outfit...
the way that i told my aunt i wasn't going to the family reunion, and now i feel like the villain in my own soap opera. everyone acts like i committed a crime, like i’m the reason they ran out of potato salad last year. i just wanted to binge-watch shows in my pajamas, not relive awkward moments where Uncle Larry tries to set me up with a guy who thinks “cooking” means microwaving hot pockets. #fa...
last night, while listening to "the great divide," it hit me: i’ve spent my whole life apologizing for taking up space, like someone walking into a room and instantly going, "sorry for my existence!" my neighbor got mad when my cat wandered into their yard, and instead of being defensive, i was practically bowing at their feet like, "please forgive my feline's poor choice." turns out, it wasn’t my cat that needed to rethink its life choices... maybe it’s time i stopped treating my existence like an inconvenience. #TheGreatDivideNoahKahan #existentialcrisis
last night, while listening to "the great divide," it hit me: i’ve spent my whole life apologizing for taking up space, like someone walking into a room and instantly going, "sorry for my existence!" my neighbor got mad when my cat wandered into their yard, and instead of being defensive, i was practically bowing at their feet like, "please forgive my feline's poor choice." turns out, it wasn’t my cat that needed to rethink its life choices... maybe it’s time i stopped treating my existence like an inconvenience. #TheGreatDivideNoahKahan #existentialcrisis
it's not that i chose sides in the friend group battle, it's just that the sides picked me like some bizarre game of musical chairs. one minute i’m rehearsing my acceptance speech for ‘Best Supporting Friend,’ and the next i’m standing alone, realizing my award is just a participation trophy for weird choices like doing impressions of joel mchale while pretending to have a life plan. the joke’s on...