My Pain Is So Significant

I’m trying to do this thing where I don’t worry about what’s going to happen in three hours. Like, I’m trying to be like, “Saturday night will just HAPPEN” instead of being like “Oh, I should figure out what I’m doing later!”

I’m also trying to “stay with my breath”, be in the moment and notice everything that’s happening when I’m in line at the bodega or walking down the stairs to the train but that’s really hard.

I’m also also trying not to talk shit to myself on the outfits of rail-thin, pouty hipster couples who look miserable at brunch despite being at brunch and it being sunny and great, but that’s really, really, really hard, especially if one half of the couple has an issue of n +1 crammed into his back pocket #fuckyou