Some days my bed is the only piece of land in the middle of an ocean of anxiety. I’ll dangle my legs off and feel my energy start draining.
It’s like when you are a kid and you play “the floor is lava” only the only two objects I have that I can travel between is my bed and the couch and everything else is effort I can’t afford.
I replaced my desk chair because I couldn’t pull my legs up under me in my old one. It may seem silly but every second my feet are near the floor I can feel the hot fumes of exhaustion lick the backs of my heels.
Some days the lava is cooled and I can walk across it with only the warm reminder that it will be back. I attempt to enjoy those days, as infrequent as they are.
Most days I cling to the memory of my life raft but avoid it’s call because I know it will trap me again, drifting off without my consent leaving me to struggle back to shore.
which fucking fedora wearing friendzoned nerd made this thing
yeah but notice that the seal’s intent is to eat those fish and the shark offers a mutually beneficial relationship for them
in which a dudebro unintentionally makes a really accurate analogy for the reason that they’re single forever
That’s a whale shark. They’re docile and in no way threatening to people or those fish depicted. Seals, by contrast, will attack people, possibly out of a frustrated sense of entitlement combined with poor socialization skills.
Well that backfired spectacularly.
This is in every way perfect irony. It’s beautiful.