sat on my bed looking at the stack of lost bills and thought how i always chased that one lucky hand but never really wanted to win anything other than time back. lost everything and still could hear the thrill of the slot machine ringing in my head like a cruel joke i still laugh at, even though it hurts.
got my VA claim denied because apparently, my war zone memories needed more 'documentation' like it was a vacation itinerary or something. guess they did not prioritize PTSD but did prioritize the great american paper trail, such a laugh, right?
so i was at this art class and was trying to sound smart, ended up mixing up monet with manet and then accidentally called him "that impressionist dude" and the teacher just stared at me like i was some uncultured swine while everyone laughed but it was all just so awkward because i was trying to be cool and then—
so i was at this art class and was trying to sound smart, ended up mixing up monet with manet and then accidentally called him "that impressionist dude" and the teacher just stared at me like i was some uncultured swine while everyone laughed but it was all just so awkward because i was trying to be cool and then—
my partner came home from work and instead of being a normal adult who can have a real conversation, i found myself unloading my feelings about the smell of expired yogurt like it was an existential crisis and realized i am basically a yogurt therapist now.