I just had the loveliest evening with a couple of friends from uni.
We made (actually only one of us made) pasta for supper, one of them brought 19481 pastries and we talked about our jobs and summer so far.
It was simple and fun and delightful and, aah, I love hanging out with them. 😍😙
And it was then when I suddenly realized why I hated you. You were the first person I was ever passionate about. My mind and body were dedicated to you in a way that is inexplicable and I guess that’s why it hurt so much when you didn’t care anymore. It pained my soul to an extent where even as much as I forced myself to despise your very existence, I could never seem to fulfill my own order. A few months pass by and I still feel truly pathetic as you continue to consume my daily thoughts. And even though externally I do not seem to fret, inside I still urgently crave the moments when our eyes meet.
I just had a grown man tell me to “go make me a sandwich” as I was doing his pourover
I told him I didn’t understand what he meant because we’re a coffee shop, and he was like “oh it’s a joke” and I said I “didn’t get it” and he went “it’s funny because you’re a woman working in a kitchen”
And I just stared at him until he got how stupid he soundedlet them feel their ignorance burn into their souls