This weekend I went to the Museum of Natural History and it was….magical. This is one of the exhibits on the sea-creature-floor depicting the deadly Portuguese Man O’ War jellyfish (technically not a jellyfish actually but I won’t bore you with the details) and its main predator the Man O’ War fish. My boyfriend and I discussed how it’s unfortunate that the fish were named after their diet, essentially reducing their legacy to what they ate. Literal food for thought I guess. My name would be Italian-Sub by the way so thank god we have a different naming process.
“Day” at the museum
MY HIDDEN TALENT
I have a hidden talent: making things hard for myself for no reason. The most current example of this can be summed up by the email I sent to my building management today, the subject was “perishable delivery”:
Hello!
I have a bit of an odd question; I am receiving a food delivery today between 3-5pm and no one will be home to put it in the refrigerator. Is there a fridge in the lobby that it can be put in until someone is home?
Yeah…… So I decided to subscribe to Blue Apron, you know, that food delivery service created for families of four who have working parents. I thought it would make budgeting and grocery shopping easier. While it did in fact make those things easier it made many things much more complicated, hence the frantic mid-day email. A classic metaphor for the give and take of life one could say.
Anyway, I ended up leaving work early to put it in the fridge. If anyone needs tips on inconveniencing themselves please feel free to reach out. I have crafted quite a list of unique inconveniences that will be sure to throw a wrench in your day and garner no sympathy. To feel its full effects, make sure to pick a time in your life when you’re particularly stressed and/or anxious.
At least they have a vast food selection at my office:
everyone ok?
These past couple weeks have been tough. A lot of change is happening and there’s simply many things going on. That being said, the hardest thing I’ve had to do recently is pretend to care about the status of my bracket. Which was skillfully-terrible by the way, so I was told.
In all seriousness my early-twenties-post-grad life has lived up to its reputation of confusing, complicated, and a hint depressing. It is simultaneously, as also outlined in its rep, exciting and exhilarating. I don’t know what it is about being in your twenties but I’ve developed a fear of boredom. It’s as if every minute of boredom is shaving off a percentage of my future potential. Yeah. That’s what my brains been up to, if you were curious. If my 23-year-old brain were a pet its manual would say “complains when active, complains when bored, and complains about complaining, loves food pellets though.”
I hope everyone can do what I am going to try my best to do in the next coming days which is prioritize themselves and their mental health. I know, revolutionary. I guess I’m writing it out so I can hold myself accountable.