breaking news: spent three hours writing an elaborate text about how i’m quitting my gym. i really went into detail—why i’m leaving and everything. they simply replied "ok" as if i hadn’t just poured my heart into a dramatic narrative. now i’m standing in front of my weights, contemplating if this is how i leave my fitness journey, or if maybe—just maybe—they will chase me with a motivational spee...
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No because the way that my family group chat is like a never-ending soap opera but with less plot and more existential dread. I just got a message from my Aunt Susan about her favorite brand of garden gnomes and I am at the brink of an existential crisis, wondering if I ever asked for this kind of emotional labor in my life. Who knew deciding between gnome designs could lead to discussions about the meaning of family legacy and responsibility? Hashtag can we talk about something else, hashtag send help.
No because the way that my family group chat is like a never-ending soap opera but with less plot and more existential dread. I just got a message from my Aunt Susan about her favorite brand of garden gnomes and I am at the brink of an existential crisis, wondering if I ever asked for this kind of emotional labor in my life. Who knew deciding between gnome designs could lead to discussions about the meaning of family legacy and responsibility? Hashtag can we talk about something else, hashtag send help.
it's not that i dislike cooking—it's just that i accidentally created a new dish when i tried to sauté spinach and walked away to watch a documentary on penguins. came back to a pan of charred, crunchy disaster that can only be described as 'dark leafy funeral.' it had an unexpected texture—like chewing on regret and self-doubt—but i think i'm onto something. chef's special, anyone?