we are officially in overstimulated city. population: me, my migraine, and every single bad decision i’ve ever made.
my friend texted me like “let’s go to lunch! you’ve been stressed.” girl, i am stress. i am the physical embodiment of a to-do list that keeps regenerating every time you cross something off.
i’m planning a wedding. i’m working full-time. i’m in school full-time. i’ve got two puppies trying to eat drywall. my website isn’t working (so if you can actually read this post… congrats, the universe glitched in my favor). my nintendo switch died a mysterious and tragic death and the repair guy told me it’d cost six hundred dollars to fix. SIX. HUNDRED. DOLLARS. sir, i’ll just emotionally move on, thanks.
and yes, i have migraines. because apparently, that’s my personality now.
and can we talk about wedding planning for a second?? because it is literally a never-ending quest. i cross one thing off the list and somehow three more pop up like cursed side quests. i’m over here trying to buy tablecloths and suddenly i need matching candle holders, ribbon, and a backup generator for vibes.
so no, i don’t want to go to lunch. i love her, but i simply do not have the emotional bandwidth to pretend i’m enjoying a $17 sandwich when i have fourteen days to pull together a halloween wedding-slash-party that i’m starting to regret ever planning.
and like. we’re both broke. i cannot stress this enough. broke. she’s not working and it’s right before the holidays, which means i’m just hemorrhaging money into the void while pretending i’m fine.
also she’s not even staying for the whole party because she wants to take her kid trick-or-treating (which, fair, mom life), but i’m still sitting here like girl… why did i think a holiday wedding was a vibe? most of the people coming don’t even have little kids.
and i’m not mad, i swear, i just… don’t wanna make plans. because every time i do, she cancels. and then if i cancel, suddenly i’m the worst friend alive. meanwhile, my “days off” are either me comatose in bed or hot-gluing fake flowers at 2 a.m.
and me and hector? we literally have to schedule time together now because life’s just that chaotic. adulthood is basically google calendar management with extra crying.
and yeah, i know why she wants to have lunch. i had a full-blown breakdown recently and almost canceled the wedding—because between his family drama, his accident, the months he was out of work, and just… life being life-ing, i hit a wall. like a cartoon-level crash-and-burn.
