yooo, just had my art project critiqued and my “unique perspective” was credited to a total stranger sitting next to me—like they just pulled ideas straight from my brain, dude. I was about to launch my future art empire, complete with exhibits and global acclaim—now I just have to accept that I will be famous for MY art that no one knows I created, while that person basks in my imaginary glory.
bruh, just voice texted my darkest intrusive thoughts while trying to send a motivational quote to my friend. instead of “you got this,” I sent, “what if everyone secretly hates you, including your plants?” now I cant even look at my spider plant without apologizing. the most shocking part is that they still replied, saying, “valid thoughts.” like, do you also have to wrestle with existential drea...
just got voluntold to work this weekend at the community potluck, and now i’m reflecting on my life choices like, when did i decide being the mac and cheese person was my entire identity? it's like i signed up for culinary arts but ended up in a lifetime contract with cheddar cheese. now i'm literally sitting here contemplating how to spice up a classic while the kids across the street are probably hosting a full-on block party without me. this is what being an adult feels like, right? the irony of crafting the world’s best mac and cheese only to realize nobody will remember it over last year’s viral cheese pull video.
just got voluntold to work this weekend at the community potluck, and now i’m reflecting on my life choices like, when did i decide being the mac and cheese person was my entire identity? it's like i signed up for culinary arts but ended up in a lifetime contract with cheddar cheese. now i'm literally sitting here contemplating how to spice up a classic while the kids across the street are probably hosting a full-on block party without me. this is what being an adult feels like, right? the irony of crafting the world’s best mac and cheese only to realize nobody will remember it over last year’s viral cheese pull video.
wait—so I just crafted a whole monologue about how if Nasir Hossain can keep getting overlooked, maybe I can too, you know? I mean, it made me feel VALIDATED for a second—till I realized my entire life’s basically a string of missed opportunities and my therapist won't let me text my crush—so I'm staring at the message that starts with "why do you keep ghosting me" but then just—I don’t know, just...