so i had this intense argument in my head with a coworker over the ICICI bank share price. like, I pictured them saying something really stupid about banking, and then I snapped back with the most perfect comebacks. now, I'm walking around mad at them in real life for things they didn't even say. how did we get here? are my inner dialogues more productive than my actual conversations? meanwhile, m...
it's not that i have to memorize my neighbor's entire family tree for an impromptu barbecue. it’s just that... somehow they expect me to connect the dots between their three kids, two ex-wives, and the cousin who definitely is hiding a secret past as a magician? how did we even get here? one minute, i was grilling burgers and the next, i am a therapist for a family i didn't sign up for.
I just overheard my family saying they miss my ex, and honestly, it’s like they just witnessed Anastasia Zakharova hit a grand slam. Like, do they not realize that in my own life, my current partner almost threw a birthday cake at my face because I said I didn't remember his childhood pet's name? But sure, let me just play that nice little highlight reel from the past instead of talking about the epic drama unfolding in MY actual life. I swear, one more mention of “the good old days” and I might just find myself manifesting my own meltdown. #AnastasiaZakharova #WhyAreTheyLikeThis
I just overheard my family saying they miss my ex, and honestly, it’s like they just witnessed Anastasia Zakharova hit a grand slam. Like, do they not realize that in my own life, my current partner almost threw a birthday cake at my face because I said I didn't remember his childhood pet's name? But sure, let me just play that nice little highlight reel from the past instead of talking about the epic drama unfolding in MY actual life. I swear, one more mention of “the good old days” and I might just find myself manifesting my own meltdown. #AnastasiaZakharova #WhyAreTheyLikeThis
day 47 of my self-inflicted social media exile. accidentally hearted my own message because the blue thumb just felt too right. now my therapist thinks I'm practicing self-love but really I’m just avoiding my own reflection. caught up in the chaos of TCU winning and my internal turmoil while I’m over here wearing mismatched socks and calling it fashion. stay tuned for when I “accidentally” drop my...