Magic Toads and Teenage Nostalgia

Peer into someone’s library, and you can figure out exactly what kind of person they are…

Harmony S

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“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! No no no no NOOOO!!”

This is on loop in my brain any time I think about doing anything that might remotely constitute work.

I’ve slacked right the fuck off when it comes to Medium. I busted out article after article last month. Now I can’t be arsed, even though I know I made a damn commitment that I’d like to honor, which is to write an article everyday on here.

I have a serious problem with experiencing giant BOOOOOMS of inspiration, and rocking the shit out of whatever it is I seek to accomplish, only for that momentum to fizzle out faster than Tila Tequila’s career after she started ranting about being a prophet and posting pro Hitler shit on social media.

So how have I been passing my time today? I’ve been reading Reddit threads about groupies and their experiences with hooking up with band members.

Seriously. I have no idea why. I hope this isn’t the FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) feeling that I occasionally am burdened with.

(For the record, dear husband Elijah Shaheen, I’m joking ❤)

I don’t know what it is and I’m sure loads of these stories are bullshit anyway but living vicariously through reading about the shitty life decisions of others is tickling the boredom nub today.

In case you don’t want to skim through it all, there’s a consistent theme of bad stories about girls who were like OHHHMYGAWWWD JOHN MAYOR’S WANTS TO DIIICK ME DOOOWN only to find out that apparently he has a thing for staring at…

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Harmony S

H A P P Y and you should be TOO!!! LIFE IS AMAZING 👏🦝🦄🌺🍭I write for ILLUMINATION, The Memoirist, Fuck Niches, and The Orange Journal.