After explosion that felt like someone ripping your heart out ,My once vibrant closets now clanged with clothes from my college days-because, apparently, fashion is overrated when you are unemployed and your date is pizza hut . as i sit aimd the clutter,my head is about to explode from the pitying looks and forced smiles that i have to endure. And let's not even mention the hair situation-freshly washed and styled from my last encounter which is I guess aweek or two ago with the outside world.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror,I cant help but ask the stranger looking back at me ,"what the heck is happening?"
I am too broke for take out and barley have any groceries unless you count wine - because whats the point of eating if your life is already dead, right? I tear my eyes away from the judgmental reflection giving me a side eye and shuffle over to the only thing that doesn't judge :my comfort zone. with its long arms stretching to sink me in I welcomed it willingly. its an endless scroll of cursted lives and perfect smiles on my screen .as i sift through this parade of perfect fake personas I stumble upon a page trying to share wisdom- or just a wake up-call- with bold lettered quote:"the people you surround yourself with will influence your behaviours so choose your friends wisely."
Wow thanks for the unsolicited advice,internet guru. The word hits a little too close I tried to ignore it and thought it might be another piece of internet bullshit,but it lingers in my mind. Suddenly, as if my brain controled by something oblivuous force, i cant stop thinking about the words.i start to wonder: Am I just hoarder of people , collecting friends like some deranged hobbyist?
With my mind now in full detectieve mode , i begin scrutinizing the people around me ,as if I am searching murder mystery-forgeting, ofcoarse, that I am already dead inside.the irony is deafening .yet oddly, confirming.
As i scroll past images of people living their best lives -like the girl in a red bikini (barley covering) on the yacht seems as relevant to my life as garbage bag I don't even own- i start to question if i'm just looking for someone to blame because I can't figure out my own mess. the quote made me rethink and question everything (stupid internet),especially the people around me.so I enlist my mind to round up the usual suspects and my eyes size them up.
And like any good detective ,I start sorting through the suspects.who better to start than the closest one ? enter: my best friend. practically my soulmate or maybe just the prime suspect.
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I wonder about the people in my life Lately
Short StoryA girl in her twenties finds her life starting to cramble, and as it does she starts to suspect that the people closest to her might be the cause.as she navigates through this challenges ,she gradually realize the true nature of her social circle an...
