not gonna lie, seeing Halle Berry talk about being ignored feels like watching your favorite relative get dissed at a family gathering. it reminds me of when my ex went silent after we broke up, like poof! gone. i kept telling myself it was for the best, but honestly? sometimes i still eat instant noodles for dinner just to afford that stupid rent. matlab, it feels like life’s just a messy bowl of...
so there I was, organizing my kitchen utensils at midnight, like a contestant on a cooking show that got canceled, holding a potato peeler like it holds the secrets to my identity. am I the person who LOVES to peel potatoes, or am I just pretending to be someone who enjoys kitchen gadgets, wondering if there’s a chance I could WIN at this adulting thing by displaying good knife skills? then I real...
ever feel like you have hundreds of contacts in your phone but nobody to actually call when you’re feeling like a human glitch? it’s wild, like I know every meme account and TikTok trend but can’t remember the last time someone checked in on me for real. sometimes I catch myself scrolling through messages and all I can think is that half of these people I wouldn't recognize in a lineup, let alone reach out to—like we’re all just figments of some chaotic digital existence, not a soul knowing the ridiculousness of my nights spent arguing with myself about what even counts as "lonely," like, I get that adulting is hard and somehow we’re all just…lost in the algorithm of our own lives… #AdultingIsWeird #ConnectionIsRare
ever feel like you have hundreds of contacts in your phone but nobody to actually call when you’re feeling like a human glitch? it’s wild, like I know every meme account and TikTok trend but can’t remember the last time someone checked in on me for real. sometimes I catch myself scrolling through messages and all I can think is that half of these people I wouldn't recognize in a lineup, let alone reach out to—like we’re all just figments of some chaotic digital existence, not a soul knowing the ridiculousness of my nights spent arguing with myself about what even counts as "lonely," like, I get that adulting is hard and somehow we’re all just…lost in the algorithm of our own lives… #AdultingIsWeird #ConnectionIsRare
adult life is just a series of connections that wither like dried flowers. friends turn into strangers faster than i can remember their birthdays. i scroll through hundreds of contacts, each name feeling like a ghost. then you hear about something like the "Mirzapur movie" and i think, how many people would i call to celebrate or cry about it? nobody. just me, rehearsing award speeches to a mirror...