Japanese snacks

dope shit I possess

We affectionately devoured my monthly subscription of Japanese snacks in my bed.

Taking breaks in between bites to kiss softly and chug the now warm coffee I made with love and French vanilla dairy free creamer for us in my vintage blue stovetop percolator. We laughed at the movie provided by Netflix that played in the background of our own romantic sitcom. Stranger than Fiction was what we settled on after a while of aimless scrolling, he had seen it already and suggested we watch it “you would really like it".” he said.

I wanted to say back: “I wish you would really like me.”

How could he not after that? How could anyone be so immune to all the dope shit I possess.

I always deemed myself as unforgettable and then I met people that made me feel like I was disposable. Easily forgettable. Luckily, I knew better. I am not someone people just forget no matter how much they want me to think that I am.

I am resilient in ways I still can’t fully comprehend. I can’t figure out how but I always bounce back. However, the bounce back has become slower as I age, things hurt me more. I don’t pick myself up of the floor as quickly. I sit in pain and grief longer. I remember talking about this very topic with a friend and her agreeing and telling me how certain situations never hurt her or made her feel bad about herself but now she has noticed she’s way more affected by disappointments when it comes to people or lovers. She never gave a shit and now she gives too much of a shit- she’s easily bruised. As if getting older wasn't fun enough already! . :eye roll:

But I like to think there is more of a lesson in the linger. Maybe the ones who can get over things easily and bounce back rather quickly don’t retain as much from the lesson. Maybe now I am really getting it even though it hurts more.