damn I just remembered that my nephew asked to come here tomorrow to study for a math test (I was in the middle of a The Librarians episode when he called earlier so I must have forgot 😭). it's 3:30, I've been sorta half asleep on the couch in the basement for like 4 hours but damn this isn't going to be good.
I've seen those posts where europeans will be like "people will reblog a picture that looks like my street and it'll have tags like #this evokes such a feeling and #aesthetic haha stupid americans that's just someone's aunties house" and to be so real with you people literally do this about any place anyone lives because we're simultaneously fascinated and disturbed by how other people live. I grew up (mostly) suburban midwest and I routinely see AND REBLOG pictures with 300k notes that look like my street corner, my favorite gas station at the intersection near my place, parking lots I pass on the daily, billboards I drive by on the way to my cousin's place, steel mills, silos, all that is common place. people will tag it with aesthetic tags and, bafflingly, shit like #traumacore and #oddcore. it's a phenomena I call signs of life, and it's where anytime someone sees signs of life similar to their own but still different they internally go !!!!!!!!!!whoa!!!!!!!! cool!?!?!?! strange?!?!?!?!?!?! it's not specific from one region to another, but every region will have a reputation and stigma and being suddenly aware of it is weird. like shibuya isn't a parallel dimension and that picture is literally just someone's favorite place to get lunch lol but also it's not weird that you feel that when you look at a photo that's very explicitly trying to evoke a feeling like your looking into a parallel dimension.
oh my god i just remembered about the time in 6th grade where my parents let me lock myself in the basement blindfolded with earplugs and very little food (that wasnt even foood food just gansitos) and water for days
Man I wanna think a lot more about what Charlie and my living situation would be like, like I imagine we’d be living in his apartment together for awhile. A good while. But then I’d want to go to school to get a better job so we can have a comfier living situation. Especially if we start talking about wanting to have kids in the future. Cuz no way am I raising children in that dingy one-room apartment shfjfl
I’m already experiencing the classic nonprofit conundrum of loving my job but HATING the bureaucratic, out-of-touch but thinks they’re so smart administration