Yapped too much at work and feeling very embarrassed very self-indulgent very like everybody must think I’m annoying so I’m instead trying to think about not thinking about it. Like I know it’s in the past now it happened and I can’t unsay every fkin thing I let fly out of my mouth and instead of letting that loop endlessly in my mind I can think about how hard I’m trying not to think about it, like a little Sisyphus in my brain pushing those thoughts away and all I focus on is the pressure between his hands and the stone.
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
