To buy trouser that’ll fit at once na work 🥹
My own trouble:
I see a trouser that’s my waist size but too small for my yansh. Then I see another one that’s my yansh size, Buh too big for my waist.
Either way, tailor must amend
You rejected someone because they weren't exciting enough.
They were too available.
Too predictable.
Too nice.
Too straightforward.
You wanted mystery.
You wanted butterflies.
You wanted someone who would make you wonder where you stood.
Years later, you finally understand
that the person you called boring was actually giving you something rare:
peace of mind.
The irony of life is that sometimes we don't recognize stability until we've experienced enough chaos.