no because i spent my whole Saturday organizing my vinyl collection—just me and the turntable, making heartfelt speeches to inanimate objects about how they “get me” more than anyone else. the funny part? my entire phone is filled with contacts, but when I felt low and reached out, it was crickets. suddenly, the silence in my apartment echoed louder than the music—talk about isolation when your on...
it's not that I don't want to go to the family gathering, it’s just that listening to my relatives interrogate me about my "lack of life direction" while I secretly binge-watch every bad reality show feels more like self-care than a social obligation. I mean, seriously, if I wanted to feel inadequate, I’d just pull up my cousins' social media and spiral about how they already own homes while I'm s...
just realized that my goal of becoming a world-renowned banana bread champion is not going as planned. like, there I was last week, with my overly confident self, trying to impress the universe by whipping up this gourmet loaf. I mean, it was supposed to be MOUTHWATERING, but instead it looked like some sad, crusty brick of disappointment. and of course, my neighbor stopped by—because when I bake, it’s an open invitation for critique—and they went “Oh, it’s unique!” which I interpreted as “this should never see the light of day.” so yeah, the universe might be sending me signals to stick to frozen pizzas—but hey, I’m just one banana away from a breakout!
just realized that my goal of becoming a world-renowned banana bread champion is not going as planned. like, there I was last week, with my overly confident self, trying to impress the universe by whipping up this gourmet loaf. I mean, it was supposed to be MOUTHWATERING, but instead it looked like some sad, crusty brick of disappointment. and of course, my neighbor stopped by—because when I bake, it’s an open invitation for critique—and they went “Oh, it’s unique!” which I interpreted as “this should never see the light of day.” so yeah, the universe might be sending me signals to stick to frozen pizzas—but hey, I’m just one banana away from a breakout!
so, like, every time there’s a family gathering, i feel like i'm in this weird pressure cooker. my cousins are, like, thriving and my parents are so confused why i haven't followed the same path. literally, i can't even bring up how much it bothers me without being labeled “the family disappointment.” sometimes it feels like the only question that matters is if i’ve managed to put my life together...