There was never a more painfully accurate metaphor for exactly how my life works than being just one inch shy of having a perfect tile floor.
I would say never again but I know myself too well.
How many times DO I have to burn my hand on the metaphorical hot stove before I learn my goddamned lesson and stop touching the fucking thing?
I mean Jesus Christ, the same mistake over and over,
I’m goddamn Sisyphus
and the boulder is the same error in judgment,
the only difference is I’m stoked to push this shit up the hill over and over again as if it will ever net some different result.
Habits of emotional regulation and behavioral impulse are so fucking real you guys.
And
Reno shitshow or modern art?
—natalie michelle
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