watching something bad happen that you tried your best to prevent but it simply happened this way and now you have to deal with the fact that it's reality now
me mistaking a blog for being fluff oriented because they interacted with me—a blog who's basically dedicated to all things fluff and comforting—and now i look like an idiot scrolling endlessly to find not a drop of sugar and spice and everything nice, just HURT.
one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.