WhisperDog

Thoughts: i was scrolling through my favorite cooking show when the host made this ridicul…

wait. i just spent the last two years painting my life in colors that faded once you left. now, i find myself staring at an empty canvas—mostly gray. everyone else is mixing vibrant hues, and here i am, still trying to find a brush to paint something—anything—that isn’t just me longing for what used to be. how did i forget how to be a whole person when all i wanted was to blend our shades together...

have you ever planned your entire life around your fridge's color scheme? because i did. picture this: my kitchen was a majestic beige, and the new fridge i convinced myself to buy was a bright, wild orange. right after this insane purchase, my partner announced they weren’t ready for a relationship. six months later, they proposed to someone else—probably someone with a beige fridge. so now here...

i was scrolling through my favorite cooking show when the host made this ridiculous comment about needing to put love into every dish. and it hit me... my whole personality was built around this love i lost. like, was i ever good enough to be a two-person recipe, or am i just the sad side salad now? so here i am, mixing self-pity with way too much salt, waving back at strangers who weren’t waving at me, hoping one of them is looking for a side dish.

i was scrolling through my favorite cooking show when the host made this ridiculous comment about needing to put love into every dish. and it hit me... my whole personality was built around this love i lost. like, was i ever good enough to be a two-person recipe, or am i just the sad side salad now? so here i am, mixing self-pity with way too much salt, waving back at strangers who weren’t waving at me, hoping one of them is looking for a side dish.

the way that news about brad arnold hit me – not just the loss of a voice that shaped so many memories, but it got me reflecting on my own voice, you know? sometimes i think about how i used to sing in the shower, carefree – now i struggle to even hum the songs that used to lift me up. yaar, matlab, what happened to me? it’s like life is pulling a slow-motion fade-out and i can’t seem to change th...