The year was 2011. I was 18. I had practiced asking my dad if I can go on holiday with my friends for weeks now. I finally get the courage and ask. My heart is pounding!!!! He looks at me and then goes "I want you to watch a film called Taken"
Overextending yourself doesn’t make people appreciate you more unfortunately. It makes them value your time and comfort a lot less. People-pleasing is a race to the bottom.
This “call your GP at 8am and play the hunger games” approach the UK has to booking appointments needs to stop. Every time I need to call them the thought alone is enough to cause anxiety
Also, lol. Do you know how lit my real life is? I am a real person with loved ones, meaningful purpose and genuine interests. I’m self actualised enough to put my phone down and be at perfect peace.
If I went on Love Island everyone would think I was miserable. Stuff like having your suitcase on my bed and being on my bed in your outside clothes would vex me 😭😭