Randomly remembering a weird moment with my ex when we were making food together and I used the word "veg" (as in short for vegetables) which she found very off-putting (I think on the grounds that it has unclassy and perhaps old-personny vibes?, which it kind of does but that's partly why I was saying it, I enjoy using language that's not "the kind of thing I would normally say" you know?), and when I wouldn't agree to never say it again she got quite upset about it and started crying, which I probably should've taken more seriously at the time as a sign of fundamental incompatibility between us, but I wasn't very good at taking signs seriously back then; perhaps I'm still not, I don't know. Anyway I'm very grateful for veg, I just had a simple unexciting bowl of rice with carrots and peas and it was just what I needed.

I remember the first time I ever saw a tumblr. I was like 15/16 I guess and I was kind of hate-stalking the boyfriend of a girl I had a crush on and I somehow found out he had a blog. Now at this time "blogs" were like wordpress or blogspot or whatever, all the posts on a "blog" were generally created by the blogger themselves. So when I looked at this guy's tumblr blog and the first post was some nice nature photos or whatever I was like oh that's interesting, I guess he like does photography or something? These are good. And then the next one was a music video and I was like hmmm I don't think this person is actually involved in this band? And as I kept scrolling and it gradually sunk in that every single post on there was just taken wholesale from some other source without any kind of modification or commentary I was like, this guy is just an idiot, he doesn't even know how you have a blog.

One time I ordered a pizza to my hotel room and a few minutes later the driver called me to clarify some detail about where the building was, and after I told him he was like "oh okay, well I'm on my way to you now, let's just stay on the line", and I was like uhhh, and he just kept making small talk over the phone for the next ten minutes until he arrived. Asking me what I do for a living and what I'm up to in town and stuff. Like what the fuck who does that. Amazed I survived.

There's an email I've been avoiding reading literally since I was like 16/17--that's closer to two decades than one at this point!--and today I randomly decided to open it and it turns out it's not even there in the folder I thought it was in. I'm not quite sure why but I'm pretty sure it's been permanently deleted for like the majority of the time this has been a thing in my mind. Welp whatever!

I remember being a small child and my dad trying to play football with me (which I had not that much interest in even at the time tbh), and I came up with a bit which I thought was pretty funny where I would take a run up to the stationary ball but then come to a sudden dead stop right next to it and then kick it, and my dad explained to me that I shouldn't stop like that because I lose all the momentum from the run, and I didn't have the language with which to express to him that I was doing it on purpose for the bit