#WhyIsThisMyLife

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

🌞✨ THE SUN SHINES, THE BIRDS SING, AND I AM TRAPPED IN BUREAUCRATIC HELL (not elfbait)✨🌞

It is a radiant afternoon. Golden, idyllic, practically designed for poetry, outdoor lounging, and perhaps a gentle flirtation under the blooming trees. And yet—AND YET—where am I?

Not outside.

Not enjoying life.

Not existing like a normal, emotionally stable elf.

No. I have spent the ENTIRE day buried under an avalanche of paperwork.

And we're only MID-AFTERNOON, MIND YOU. Sifting through scrolls and records and forms I SWEAR were filed centuries ago, except apparently no one can find the right one when needed. And so who gets to search through the Archives like a miserable parchment mole? Me.

I have reviewed patrol logs. I have cross-referenced inventories. I have written so many requisition forms that my handwriting now looks like it was produced by a sleep-deprived squirrel with a crayon.

My elbows are itchy. Do you hear me? I have rash-like patches forming on the insides of my elbows because of how STRESSED I am. I didn't even know that could happen from paperwork. Is this what mortal aging feels like?? I fear I am developing an allergy to forms. Or maths. Or taxes.

Probably all of them.

I can hear the wind through the trees. I can see the golden light on the riverbanks. The squirrels are LIVING. The flowers are FLOURISHING. Meanwhile, I am hunched like Gollum over a ledger trying to decipher someone's handwriting (which, incidentally, resembles the aftermath of an ink-splattered battlefield).

I hate it. I hate it. I want to lie on the grass. I want to kiss the sky. I want to commit arson against the entire administrative system of Imladris. Respectfully.

TAXES ARE A SCOURGE UPON THIS EARTH AND I REFUSE TO SUFFER IN SILENCE.

Who invented taxes. WHO. I demand names. I demand a trial.

I demand to be granted a ceremonial sword and five minutes alone in a dimly lit room with whoever looked at a peaceful society and said, “You know what would make this better? MATH. Let’s make everyone do MATH. Every. Year.”

Do you know what I have done today? I have calculated expenses.

I have cross-checked scrolls.

I have squinted at decimal points and argued with Erestor about what counts as a ‘personal horse-related expense.’ I have aged. I have transcended. I am now a ghost, haunting my own ledger.

Tell me why I, a poet, a musician, a beloved child of the stars, am being forced to WRANGLE NUMBERS like some peasant in a medieval fever dream. Is this my fate? Did I come into being for THIS? To decide if Glorfindel’s fifth tunic is a “battle necessity” or a “flamboyant vanity purchase”? (spoiler: IT’S THE LATTER.)

And the forms. Oh, the forms. There's one for stable upkeep, one for ink usage, one for “miscellaneous feast expenditures” (which, by the way, is just code for “Lindir bought thirty-five apricot pastries again, please deduct accordingly”).

By mid-afternoon, right now, I was staring into the void of my fourth budget sheet, muttering “I could fake my own death and move to the woods.” I am this close to becoming a feral woodland elf who barters in moss and acorns.

Taxes are the enemy of art. Taxes are the death of whimsy. Taxes are a dark sorcery devised to break the spirit of the creative soul.

And if I hear someone say “It’s just numbers!” ONE more time, I will launch myself off the balcony and hope the gods take pity on me.

[everydaylovejourney]

Juggling Life Like a Clown with Too Many Balls

Some days, it feels like life hands me one too many things to juggle—school deadlines, house chores, personal goals, social obligations. And honestly? I’m just hoping none of them hit me in the face.

School: Professors love to say, “This 10-page paper is due in two days. Oh, and here’s a surprise quiz. Stay ahead!” Meanwhile, my brain is stuck loading.

Home: The house is clean (shoutout to whoever keeps it that way), but somehow, there’s always something missing—like my charger mysteriously vanishing or my favorite outfit not being where I left it. And of course, the WiFi only glitches when I actually need it.

Personal Life: I remind myself to rest, drink water, maybe work out. But wait—social media is part of my school project, so technically, writing and editing is “work.” At the same time, I want to chase dreams, keep up with friends, and maybe—just maybe—have a hobby that isn’t just scrolling and calling it productivity.

It’s exhausting, but also kind of impressive? Look at me, surviving. Barely, but still.

What’s your latest dropped ball moment? And does anyone actually have this adulting thing figured out? Let’s talk in the replies.

[fregolicotard]

25.02.2025

The world disappeared. It's just us and the Carlsberg building floating through space. Had a major setback at the house today (don't worry, it was only the 349872478423th one). This will delay our move for a few weeks. #fantastic #iloveit #whyisthismylife

#56of365

[thepipsqueakery]

This is Rosa. Rosa is a bunny. Because Rosa is a bunny she is trying to ruin my day. How is Rosa ruining my day? Rosa is randomly screaming for no discernible reason. Rabbits are really only supposed to scream when they think they are dying or in serious pain but I can't figure out why Rosa is screaming. Please stop screaming Rosa. #rabbit #rescue #sanctuary #whyisthismylife https://www.instagram.com/p/CPJGObJsBbS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[parably]

I am this —- close to losing my fucking shit over here. Rip to my sanity it’s goin places

[thepoetoaster]

@smigarik 😭😭☠️ #truth #funny #relevant #whyisthismylife #men #toxicmen #toxicmasculinity #spiritual #spirituality #memes #funnymemes (at The 5th Dimension) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSE2Ch2LEti/?utm_medium=tumblr

[the-creative-system]

I hate having literally no money to do anything fun or at all. Since I'm disabled it's so hard for me to work and take care of myself. all I have is my art work to keep me happy...

Support me on Ko-Fi y'all so I can have somewhat of a decent life..

[welliread-blog]

Am i the only one who...

wants to read this specific book/fanfiction and i'm not even sure it exists??

Like i know what the plot should be like and which charackters (or charackterdynamik)

And i just wanna read a book like that, but ugh i don't wanna write it..

[tjohnson447]

If you don’t know what depression feels like try lagging in world of Warcraft and only get one dot off the entire fight…. #fml #whyisthismylife #worldofwarcraftmemes #worldofwarcraft #imdead https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck7UEjNA4Ez/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mauve-churro]

I've had the friends theme song stuck in my head for the past hour and I don't know what to do with my life

[foranoptimistimprettypesimistic]

"It's not a disaster movie, they both live"

My mother who does not have the best understanding of trama

[spuriousluminescence-blog]

does putting on a different pair of pajama pants count as getting dressed?

[juliettalewis-blog]

#therapysession today #mondaythoughts #damagedmind #hereditarymadness #donthavehope #fallingapartinside #whyisthismylife #hypomania #nosleep #losingmymind https://www.instagram.com/p/B89GTiTH6YG/?igshid=iru49eu0xh55

[divinex95]

[nvssaves]

#WhyIsThisMyLife #Rats #Bats and #TooMany #Cats #SomeOfMyFavoriteThings #ah-ha https://www.instagram.com/p/B2Jq7g3FTC1rGA4m1Dqs-hhewILTCRsaFBNrWo0/?igshid=1ww2dx35ugkvp

[princesslorybird-blog]

Why does someone whose never been camping keep painting camping?