just found out that if there’s a nuclear missile coming towards us the government is gonna give us a TEN MINUTE warning. at that point just don’t tell me?? why would you ruin the last 10 minutes of my entire life
does anyone else feel like their short-term memory has gotten scary worse? someone will ask me what I did that weekend and i will genuinely have to check my calendar to remember
my mom taught me to say “not my circus, not my monkeys” when some crazy shit someone was doing wasn’t my business. but when my friends are doing crazy shit it’s tough. bc I’m like that’s not my circus… but that’s MY monkey
truly sad the way adulthood kills all your hobbies. i’m lucky if i read 5 books a year. too tired to play guitar. too tired to cook beautiful meals.
we warn people not to make work their identity, but how can you not when work systematically strips away every other part of you?
one time when i worked as a host at a fancy restaurant in LA, joaquin phoenix’s people called to try to book him a last minute table for that night and i said “more like walk-in phoenix” and they literally hung up on me
i’m a woman working in music, so men love to challenge me with a little “who are you listening to right now?” my new favorite game is making up a band, saying their new album got an 8.4 on pitchfork, and watching the guy be like “honestly i wasn’t that impressed with that one”
when i worked at a food truck in college, a girl bought a $13 acai bowl, clicked No Tip on the ipad, and giggled “sorry, broke college student budget.” anyway, i hope she’s dead now
imagine your roommate eats the plums you were saving for breakfast and then writes a bitchy little poem talking about how good they were. and then it becomes one of the most famous poems of all time
friendship is beautiful because the closer you are, the less you do when you’re together. there is nothing more sacred than the “let’s watch 3 bad movies in a row” friend
i think maybe one part of breakups people underestimate is how people in love develop their own sort of language and a rich shared world of characters and motifs. & then when the relationship ends there’s a special loneliness in realizing you’ll never speak that language again
everyone i know in their late 20s is having an existential crisis because we skipped our mid 20s in the pandemic. relationships fast-tracked, careers faltered, we lost those core identity-building years and now we feel like 23-year-old brains in bodies approaching 30
not to add to the therapy discourse but my toxic parent made us go to family therapy and then made us stop going when the therapist immediately flagged she was being abusive
they should do spotify wrapped twice a year. summer me and winter me are listening to completely different music. in fact we are completely different people
workers in europe: i will be taking the summer off because i need a little suntan
workers in america: i will be using one of my 3 paid vacation days to undergo open heart surgery
thinking about my ex who always said please and thank you when he asked chatGPT a question and when I asked him why he said “when it becomes sentient and powerful it will remember who was polite”
imagine you go out in public for the first time in 2 years and immediately the press is like “extra extra this guy looks like shit!” i’d go straight back inside
“no one remembers the weird thing you said at that party” actually the weird thing you said has become a sacred inside joke that bonded several people at that party together forever
guys freaking out about how “you can’t approach women in public anymore,” here is one tip. whatever you’re going to say, precede it with “i’m so sorry if this is weird but ____.” displaying even baseline self awareness makes us feel 75% safer
no more dating apps. one time in college i met a boy because we both went out onto the porch for some fresh air during a party and he started reading me headlines from a newspaper he found on the ground. more stuff like this