i dont know how to explain this but. this might be me. i had a brown hoodie exactly like that. the phone on the table? i had a black and white case like that when i was like 12. my middle schoolās classrooms looked like that. this literally might be a picture of me in 7th grade, shoveling pasta directly from a ziploc bag into my mouth like some sort of goblin, reblogged by twelve thousand people on the worst website known to mankind. and i dont know how to deal with this
Whatās interesting here is that thereās only a possibility that this is them in the picture.
This means one of two things:
1) They remember doing this, but believe it to be so commonplace that it could be literally anyone in that photo. Like if you saw a picture of someone reading a book, you wouldnāt be like āHey, I read a book once! That must be me in that picture!ā because lots of people have read books.
In this case, I bet their belief is based on personal experience. Perhaps thereās a town out there where people regularly eat pasta from a bag in class. Or even a secret society of such people living all over the globe.
2) They donāt remember doing this, but theyāve done so many bizarre (yet still extremely relatable) things that this could very well be one of them. This wasnāt the most noteworthy thing that happened to them that week. There were so many other, stranger, bigger things going on that they did remember, and this event simply wasnāt important enough to commit to memory.
In this case, theyāre just out there living their life. Society told themĀ ādonāt eat pasta from a ziploc bag in classā, but did they let that stop them? No. They have bigger fish to fry.
iāve never been fucking obliterated like this before. i dont know what to do. how do i go on when @perfectlygenericblog produced a fucking literary analysis of my life, wholly accurate, from one picture and my reaction to it. iām getting this tattooed on my forearm
