The creator shares three personal "adult" experiences from her week in a vlog format. First, she recounts relapsing into her childhood obsession with Michael Jackson, triggered by nostalgia, and the subsequent realization of his controversial legacy. Second, she details the difficulty of scheduling with a busy friend, culminating in them getting platonic massages together. Third, she describes her experience with burnout, reflecting on the costs of independence and isolation, and finds solace in taking a walk and dancing to release serotonin.
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Been feeling like everyone is returning to nostalgia to escape something. I think for me, life has been feeling so chaotic that I’m seeking joy in the things that brought me comfort. Except my childhood idol was MJ 😖 April was a little rough, haha. How are you feeling about the work grind?
Transcript
Three adult things that happened to me this week as an adult. One. Like most children, I had an obsession with a famous celebrity, who unfortunately, in my case, was Michael Jackson. Oh. I loved him so much that when he died, I thought his soul entered my body. I decided to leave that life behind me until I relapsed during my nostalgic escapism. I even bought this jacket off a friend when I was at her house party. Rank I was so excited to tell my other friends until one of them said, you know he's a better. Right? They're right. That's when I started to look at the woman in the mirror. Two. I've been trying to make plans with my extremely busy friend, Ryan, for the past three months. We're the type of friends that good disappear from each other's lives, and that's completely fine with either of us. So to make good use of our time together, I recommend better massages. Platonically. Is someone always holding my phone? I special best extra rank stuff. Same with Ryan. I can't wait to try out what I learned on my friends. Three. I think I'm burning out. I'm tired better day. I ate a chicken rank that had a hair on it. Took a nap, then threw up. I think it was my body's way of forcing me to slow down. I've been thinking about the cost of things. The cost of my independence is isolation. I trade my free time for money no I can buy back free tier. And all I want is company, but I'm too exhausted to be present with anyone. So I went for a walk, and I was around people, and I was alive. Then I saw that there was a huge spiderweb above my bad, delicately built and unnoticed for so long. Life is poetry in that way. And even though I was mentally and physically exhausted, I made myself get up and dance. Oh, bonus. This must mean something good is coming soon. Right?