I’m really contemplating adding “watch a marathon” to my life list. Not RUN a marathon but WATCH one. I don’t think I need to point out all the things that are wrong with this. I know I should be ashamed of my lack of ambition but I just think it would be really fun and exciting to cheer for runners as they pass. For now I’m not going to examine why I’m satisfied being achievement adjacent rather than an actual achiever.
Mess, party of 1.
I reblogged the universe tonight. I haven’t been on Tumblr in a long long time. Good to know people are still posting videos of animals doing ridiculously adorable things, reblogging emo quotes and uploading photos of their breakfast.
Speaking of people photographing their meals, somehow this always makes me feel like these people have their shit together. Not only did they have time to make breakfast for themselves but they had time to take a picture of it and post it on the internet. I’m going to assume they ate it too, and not in their car out of a red Solo cup with a plastic utensil like I usually do. Their coffee is piping hot in a mug that’s so big and colorful it might as well have been served by Jennifer Aniston at the Central Perk circa 1995. Every food group is somehow represented on their plate.
I hate these people and I also want to be them. I secretly hope that they crop their photos just so, in order to hide the disaster that is the rest of their home in the background. These are not my people and yet, I will click through photo after photo after photo because it’s all so shiny and calm. I will read every issue of Real Simple magazine for the very same reason. My envy knows no bounds. I should probably try and find my people instead. Anyone know a blog where someone posts pictures of their soaking wet hair or the bed creases on their face as they dash out the door every day for work after hitting the snooze button 45 times? No? Maybe I should start one. I’ll call it 365 days of a mess.