Jan 8, 2024
Describing my dream job to my partner and he said “you just want to be the village witch don’t you”
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Describing my dream job to my partner and he said “you just want to be the village witch don’t you”
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Expectations.
I keep thinking “I should join a discord server for my art so I can have art friends and get critiques and stuff!” And then I look at all the discord servers from my other past interests, where I’m inactive, and remember that I get overwhelmed by that many people and the need to visit every day just to keep up with everyone talking constantly
Me: I really need to do this, that, and the other thing but I feel so exhausted and fatigued I just can’t
Me, the minute I’m home alone: does this, that, and the other thing without a second thought
Can I be a vampire? I don’t need sleep, I need a full 8+ hours of introvert recharging time
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Being kind to others includes you
Well, here I am, turning 26, leaving 25 behind. Woo
(On the upside, I’ve had a forced vacation from work bc my computer bricked from Friday to today, which I already had off, so that’s actually a pretty cool gift from life even if it will be stressful going back.)
I feel like if you were to slice open a person like a cake, and shove the little halves of the soul aside so you could see the layers, there would be hundreds of little layers of memories from their entire lives, with the earliest ones at the bottom, almost burrowed under by the weight.
And anyway, one of those little layers at the very bottom I had almost forgotten about is the “C is for Cookie” song by the Cookie Monster on Sesame Street.