starting tomorrow i will be a real person in this world
oh! i forgot to do this. okay starting tomorrow i will be a real person in this world and i actually seriously genuinely properly truly mean it this time
starting tomorrow i will be a real person in this world
oh! i forgot to do this. okay starting tomorrow i will be a real person in this world and i actually seriously genuinely properly truly mean it this time
We will not be girlrotting in April. We will be girlblooming girlburgeoning girlflourishing
”I will be withering away in bed” no. You will be out there under the spring sun. With the grass between your toes
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Ok so… there’s this thing called listening to music and me and my girls well… we’ve gone pro
my dealer: got some straight gas. this strain is called “daylight savings time” youll be zonked out of your gourd
Me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.
1 hour and 5 minutes later: dude I swear it’s only been 5 minutes
my friend the oven, pacing: the smart devices are lying to us
what they dont tell you about adulthood is that it’s startlingly easy to go long periods of time without having any fun at all not even a little bit. btw this causes ur brain to try to kill you with knives and hammers.
Social anxiety has me thinking dumb stuff like “if I go in this store when they’re closing in an hour the employees will hate me and want to kill me” which is especially dumb to think bc I worked retail before, it’s only like the last 20 minute that they want to kill you
adhd will have you fighting for your life to do beloved hobbies that bring you nothing but joy
oh i don't know what young adult needs to hear this but you should google what day your 10,000th day will be & set a reminder in your calendar. it happens somewhere in your 27th year. i was really bummed when i googled my own and found out i had missed it by like 2 months.
(if you missed yours too, no worries, we both get another chance to celebrate 15,000 at 41. Unfortunately you will be 54 years old before you are 20,000 days old, at which point we will have overthrown the concept of linear time anyway)
life is very cute, and you have struggled a very long time to be here, and i love you. sometimes i think we need to invent our reasons for celebration. maybe today you are 10,345 days old. or 12,345. or 8,435. maybe u should just celebrate because it is a weekday, and those are hard days. i love u , light a candle and blow it out. i'm proud of you for staying.
doing stuff is so hard shout out to anyone who has done anything
I'm always curious about how people primarily listen to music, sooo
2023 recap!!!
jan: forgot
feb: forgot
march: forgot
april: forgot
may: forgot
june: forgot
july: forgot
aug: forgot
sep: forgot
oct: forgot
nov: forgot
dec: forgot
christmas in less than a week no snow temperatures regularly hitting above 50°. IN MASSACHUSETTS
pisses me off so much when people bring this up and then are like “well i’m not complaining because i hate the cold!!!!” okay well you are in one of the Supposed to be cold states. Where the cold is supposed to happen. are you not worried
if you're a human adult you physically need to eat actual vegetables, read real books, work, exercise, be outdoors, have sex, and have other real adult humans to talk to all on at LEAST a weekly basis or else you go will literally go completely insane and the problem is too many people choose to skip all those basic needs on purpose
"I'm depressed and always tired and my body is in mysterious pain all the time for no reason" yeah you've spent a whole month isolated except for talking to online people and coworkers and eating convenience store snacks for half your meals with 0 physical activity like that isn't passive self harm. of course your body doesn't like that, it's exhausting
did i ever tell you guy about the time i got stuck in a room with the kpop band BTS in the santiago airport in 2017
so at the time i was traveling a lot for work, which is important context because it meant that i'd gotten very -- or, one might argue, TOO -- comfortable in airports and also that i was constantly in the wrong timezone and almost never thinking like a regular person. and on this particular trip i'd been in like 4 different countries and santiago was my last stop and literally all i wanted to do was like, get there, get to my hotel, and sleep. but for reasons that were not clear to me at the time, the airport seemed to be conspiring to keep me from doing this, because it was busy and because -- it seemed -- it was understaffed, with people being funneled through just one exit door.
now, part of the problem, in defense of the airport and its staff, was that at the time i was carrying this huge plank, which was sort of supposed to be a cheese board, but it didn't look like a cheese board, it just looked like a huge plank. and the reason i was carrying it was because it had been a gift from the staff of a homeless shelter i'd just been at. and i'm not saying that so that you guys know i'm a good person i'm saying it because i need you to picture me with huge dark circles under my eyes, carrying a suitcase and this massive, misshapen plank that i kept insisting was "for cheese."
anyway, once we all agreed that it was okay for me to keep my Cheese Wood, and having been to santiago many times before this, i knew that there was another exit door after customs. even though we were all sort of being funneled toward Door B, there was nobody stationed in front of Door A, and it didn't seem like you weren't allowed to go, it just seemed like one of those things where because the only bag-X-ray-machine things in use were close to Door B, that's where everyone was going.
so in my little brain i thought, aha. this is one of those things where people join lines but they don't have to! this is sheepery! i'm taking my cheese wood and i'm going rogue.
so anyway i went through Door A.
you know how usually when you go through the first set of doors in an airport you enter into this big bustling area where all the car rentals and currency exchanges etc are and it's stressful and busy?
this was not like that.
this was like that guy on tiktok who's like "oooo i'm in a parallel universe where i'm the only one left on earth" except in my case it was me, a single Avis employee, and, of course, the extremely famous kpop band BTS.
the room got very quiet. there were a couple of cameramen if i'm remembering rightly, and a woman with like .... a clipboard or something?, and then this group of boys, all of whom were now looking at me.
i was tired but not a moron so i very quickly realized this was not a room meant for me so i turned around, but i had gone through one of those doors where once you go through in one direction you can't go back. so i was stuck.
i turned around again. they were still all looking at me.
i was like, "uhhhhh."
they were like, "uhhhhh."
the poor lady with the clipboard said something very nervously in korean, presumably whatever is korean for, "uhhhhh."
anyway, one thing about me is, i frequently find myself in situations where the only way out is through, so what i did was kind of half wave my Cheese Wood at them -- which made EVERYBODY flinch -- and then go over to the Avis employee and say, "i need to get a taxi."
he was like, "you might ... want to wait?" and gestured at the guys standing in the middle of the room, who were still looking at me with what was rapidly becoming clear was worry.
i'm a little nervous about putting any other words in quotations, bc no offense but BTS fans are very intense and i don't want to inaccurately quote their beloveds, but i think once it became clear to them that i wasn't a threat, i was just stupid, everybody seemed to relax.
in english, i said, "should i wait?" and gestured at the door.
one of them, and i'm really sorry but i have no idea which, the only thing i remember about them was one had blue hair and one very like ... reddish? like you know that kpop red hair color??, said, "you should go first."
so the Avis guy went over to the taxi stand and reserved me a taxi and let me pay in advance. we were all kind of standing awkwardly. i was like, "sorry about this."
the BTS boys were very nice to me. we didn't really talk a lot, we sort of did that thing where we laughed companionably at each other about how weird the situation was, and they were like, "it's okay," when i kept apologizing. i kind of remember that we nervously kind of chatted about nothing, but they were clearly nervous and i was very embarrassed so i sort of blacked it all out. i feel like mostly i was speaking to the one with red hair? and white hair, i think one had white hair?
eventually Clipboard Lady came over and started gesturing toward the door, indicating i should go. i looked at the band for confirmation. the one who'd been speaking to me was like, "yeah, it's okay, you can go." and then paused, and then, i do remember this, went, "umm, good luck."
i was like ????? bro i've taken taxis before and i speak fluent spanish, but i didn't say that out loud. out loud i said, "thanks! you too," and then felt very stupid about it.
the band stepped back, which i now know was so that they couldn't be seen through the doors when they opened, but at the time sort of felt like they were gently clearing the way for the dumb stray with her huge stick that they'd found. i waved goodbye. they waved back. i stepped forward. the doors began to open.
a roar went up.
i mean like.
it was loud. we were at an airport and it was louder than the planes, it felt like. they were so excited. they were going to see the band they loved!!!!! BTS was coming out!!!!
the speed at which silence fell will honestly probably haunt me forever. eventually, one girl went, "WHERE ARE THEY?"
i pointed at the airport. "they're in the airport," i said. i didn't have to shout. that's how quiet it was.
"do you know them????"
i was like, "no. i'm just trying to get to my hotel." i waved my cheese wood as if this would somehow make clear that i was here on business that had nothing to do with the 7 korean boys in the room behind me.
the girl said, "when are they coming out?"
"i honestly have no idea. probably soon?" i guessed, and was saved from more questions by somebody's dad taking pity on me and leading me to where the taxis were waiting.
"what's that?" he asked as he helped me lift my suitcase into the trunk, pointing at the plank in my hand.
"it's for cheese," i said.
oh right. i found out who they were because once i was in my taxi i texted a friend to be like "the weirdest thing just happened" and she didn't respond for 10 minutes and then texted back, "you dumb bitch that's BTS."
every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made