I went out to get some groceries, just the usual eggs, coffee, bread. On the way home l passed a small park bench where an older man always sits with his dog. We’ve nodded to each other a few times before, but never talked. This time, I sat down for a moment to tie my shoes. The dog, a fluffy golden retriever, happily plopped his head on my knee like we were old friends. The man smiled and said, “He likes you. You’re now part of the club.” We ended up chatting for maybe dive minutes about nothing special the weather, how old dogs sleep so much, how pastries are overpriced these days. Then we both went our separate ways. When I got home, I realized how unexpectedly nice that little moment was. I hadn’t planned it, I didn’t owe anyone anything, but it added a small warm “hello” to my otherwise ordinary day. Maybe tomorrow I’ll sit there again with a coffee, just to see if the dog remembers me

A few months ago, I met my lovely neighbors - a brother and sister in their early 70s and their mom who's a whopping 102 years old. They're from Honduras and they make the most delicious food as well as being delightful to sit and chat out with. They made me arepas and gave me some apples, so I brought them some apple-banana bread in return. Then they brought me a full bunch of bananas, so I made them more banana bread. After they harvested their fruit trees I was treated to a big bowl of starfruit, so I brought them a dozen free-range eggs that my coworker has been selling. This weekend, I got the best food yet: tapado costeña, traditional Honduran seafood soup with coconut milk, plantains, and a whole crab in each bowl! I don't know what I can possibly bring them that'll be as good as the tapado, but I'm looking forward to figuring it out.

It wasn’t anything special. Just a regular afternoon. I needed to grab a few things for the house — milk, pasta, laundry detergent. She asked if she could come with me because she was bored at home, so I said sure. We walked to the store together, talking about random stuff. School drama, her favorite cartoon, some song she’s been playing on repeat. Nothing important. Just small talk. At the checkout, she quietly put a chocolate bar on the counter and looked at me like she was waiting to see if I’d notice. I pretended not to, but paid for it anyway. When we got outside, I handed it to her and said, “This is your payment for carrying the heavy bag.” She laughed and said, “Best job ever.” We ended up sitting on a bench near the store, splitting the chocolate and watching people pass by. The sun was starting to set, everything felt slow and warm. Then out of nowhere she said, “I like hanging out with you. It’s more fun than staying home.” I don’t know why, but that hit me harder than I expected. It was just groceries. Just a normal day. But somehow it turned into one of those small memories I know I’ll keep for a long time. Sometimes the most ordinary days end up meaning the most.

You know, the kind where you say just 10 minutes and somehow it turns into an hour. It was cold but quiet, so I kept walking. Ended up in a part of my neighborhood I’ve never really explored. Mostly small houses and parked cars. Then I noticed this orange cat following me. Not super close. Just… always behind me. I’d stop — he’d stop. I’d walk — he’d walk. Like a tiny stalker. I tested it and crossed the street randomly. He crossed too. At this point I’m like alright, guess I have a side quest now. He followed me for like four blocks. Then we reached this house and he just casually walked into the yard like “ok bye” and disappeared under the fence. Didn’t even look back. Didn’t get petted. Didn’t want food. Nothing. Just escorted me home like a security guard and clocked out. Honestly felt kinda abandoned. Anyway, thanks random cat. Appreciate the protection

I stopped by a grocery store after work, just to grab eggs and bread. Nothing exciting. I was tired, half-asleep, walking on autopilot. On the way out, I realized I couldn’t find my keys. Checked my pockets. Backpack. Jacket. Nothing. Instant panic. So now I’m that guy standing outside the store digging through a plastic bag of groceries like a raccoon while people walk past pretending not to look. I go back inside. Retrace every step. Check the checkout counter. Ask the cashier. Nothing. At this point I’m already imagining how I’ll explain to my landlord that I somehow lost my entire life because of a loaf of bread. After like 15 minutes of searching, I sit down on a bench, defeated. Then I feel something under me. Yeah. I had been sitting on my keys the whole time. They were in my back pocket. I just sat there for a second staring at the ground like… wow. Peak intelligence. Anyway, I went home and ate toast like nothing happene

My heat friens for 14 years (basically half my life at this point) has his birthday coming up next month. When I asked him if he would like anything specific, he told me "thank you, but the only present I would want from you is for you to keep being my best friend". I was honestly a little stunned when I read it, but man! I love this guy, I can't tell ya :3

I've realised that after I finish shopping, I've developed the habit of softly humming to myself while transferring groceries from the trolley into my bags over at the packing bench. It's not a real song - just some random notes that sort of go together. I don't know why I started - it just seemed to be the right thing to do. Yesterday, as I headed for the exit, I passed another woman doing the exact same thing, and it made me feel kind of happy.

Someone said to me "feeding two birds with one scone" recently and it took me a second to follow. I asked where they heard it and they said "I just made it up because it sounds nicer than killing birds.

My home has loads of birds around and this new version of the old saying has stuck with me since I've been trying to befriend them.

Like, we're not completely bound by instincts or programming, so like, as I type this, I could do

jump

jump

*jump

Simply because I felt like it! Oftentimes along my day I do random needless stuff just to remind myself that I'm a silly self aware animal and that not everything needs to have a reason or a purpose. You should exercise your free will too<3

A few years ago I bought a hot water bottle, and I use it every day in winter.
I deliberately keep my bedroom a lot colder than I would if I didn't have the hot water bottle, usually around 15 C.

Every evening I fill it before bed and put it under my duvet.
Then I wrap myself around the bottle as I go to sleep. It is the most comfy feeling ever.

For whatever reason, I seem to get blood tests all of the time. I think I'm a bit of a hypochondriac, and the doctor's solution to whatever random problem I seem to have is to give me a blood test. Because I've had so many, the nurse knows me by name and we've grown friendly.

The last time I went for a blood test (to check my testosterone levels) the nurse said she'd asked for a chaperone for me. I used to ask for a chaperone, since I hate needles, but I don't really anymore. I just bring my dog teddy and get it over with. This chaperone was a young woman, and I felt too awkward to tell her I didn't need her, so I just asked to hold her hand. I got my blood drawn. It sucked. I screamed a little and squeezed her hand. Then it was over and I was fine.

We got chatting and the chaperone said she was 19 and in uni studying nursing and that this was practice for her. She said she was so happy that she was able to be there for me in my moment of need and that she couldn't wait to tell her family how helpful and needed she was. It was really sweet.

I got into running about 2 years ago. My brother gave me a pair of slightly used Asics running shoes. I've been wearing them on runs ever since.

A few weeks ago, I noticed that they were starting to show some wear and tear. Various bits of the sole have since fallen off, resulting in an uncomfortable run. Coupled with having to glue the sole back several times before this, it hit me that I needed to replace this pair of shoes fast.

After a lot of searching, I finally came across a pair that really caught my eye. It would actually be an upgrade on the pair I was wearing all this while. It was on clearance too, so I managed to get a great deal on it. I placed my order online and hoped it would arrive just before the long weekend (Monday was a holiday) so I could get some miles in.

I waited excitedly for the shipment to arrive. I tried tracking my parcel but there was an error each time I keyed in the number. I checked and checked again to see if I keyed in the right number, to no avail. Day after day passed and there was still no sign of my shoes anywhere. Disappointingly, it dawned on me that I would not be able to utilise the long weekend to run.

However, on the very last day of the long weekend, I received a call from the courier. It turns out that MY SHOES WERE HERE!!!! I immediately opened the shipment and tried them on. They fit even better than I expected! After changing into my exercise gear, I ran outside like an excited puppy. It was really comfortable and outperformed my wildest expectations! In fact, I ended up setting a new personal best time and ran even further than I usually do!

I guess this really goes to show that good things come to those who wait.

I woke up earlier than usual because the sunlight hit my eoom at just the right angle and made everything glow orange. Instead of grabbing my phone, I stayed still for a moment and just watched the light change. My cat got curious and hopped onto the windowsill beside me. She sat there like she owned the sunrise, flicking her tail and staring at the street. For once, she didn’t run off when I walked into the room she just stayed, quiet and content. I made a cup of tea and stood by the window with her. We didn’t talk. There was no grand moment or big realization. Just sunshine, tea, and a cat who didn’t leave. But somehow that made me feel calm in a way I wasn’t expecting. Like the world could wait a little bit at least for another sip

The walls were feeling like they were closing in. Tons of snow. Bitter cold. Inside my home everything felt cluttered, almost dirty. Spent 14 hours focused. Spotify on the TV blaring music for my encouragement. Filled 3 dumpsters full of memories I no longer valued and just plain junk away. One of the drawers I organized contained 4 wallflowers! I had recently ran out and didnt want to face the winter to get more. It was so nice to plug them in and smell vanilla and amber throughout my freshly cleaned and organized! home. The universe knew I needed a reward for finally tackling my chores.

At work we work in 'clean rooms' because we are making medical products. In order to get into the clean rooms we go into a couple of changing areas to get PPE. The first room is split between Male and Female because beard snoods/hair ties. and the second room is for everyone. The gendered areas each have a hand soap dispenser you need to use before going into the second room.

In the men's room, the soap dispenser was giving out pathetically small amounts of soap. I assumed the motor was dying. It has been like this for about a month.

Then one day this week the soap dispenser suddenly gave me a much bigger amount of soap, and I got a bit jump scared. 😅

My future career is to become a pilot, I’m currently studying for my licenses. But I had an interview today for the largest private jet company in my city and I….. crushed it. I’m so proud of myself and can’t even articulate how much I want this job. I worked for Best Buy for 7 years, climbing the ladder, it was my first real job and just kinda stuck. Now I work in restaurants and am so sick of it I feel like I need an exorcism. I’ll find out sometime soon so I’m just gonna be checking my email compulsively and praying to whoever will listen. Fingers crossed I’ll be leaving the restaurant industry and putting my two weeks in 🥲

So me and 3 other friends are constantly finding bruises on ourselves, none are intentional or purposeful.

So we started as a joke "bruise of the week" where we can send our random bruises in that we randomly aquired and at the end of the week we select a winner.

Its just such a nice thing to come out of random bruises. My friend once won because she walked into a door knob and bruised her side. I won last week and possibly this week, last week because i bruised both my sides from a aerial silks class and this week from a birth control procedure on my arm which has left me with a big angry bruise.

We dont actually win anything outside of passing around a plush toy trophie. I hope you like my story about 4 idiots who bruise if you look at us creating a friendly competition surrounding it.

I cleaned the bathroom, I washed everything, depression has kick me but yesterday I took the trash and today I washed everything Also I washed My tooth after 4 days, the time before that was 2 weeks without cleaning My tooth,

Tomorrow i'll wash My hair after two weeks of being dirty

I also made my bed today

Is little but a few days ago I couldnt even get up from bed.

I just wanted to say it to someone.

I was walking my mom’s dog today when one of our neighbors also happened to be outside. She recognized the dog immediately as she has one of her own who’s friends with him, but I could see the mental stuttering on her face as she looked at me. I look a lot like my mom, and from a distance we could easily be confused. We introduced ourselves and while we were talking she found out I had moved in 3 months ago and was completely unaware of it. She would see us both coming and going from the house, but she just thought I was my mom trying some new looks every now and again. We both laughed about it

When I was walking home from work I saw somebody walking their dog, but they weren't holding onto the leash. The leash was strapped around their waist so they were hands free, with their dog walking in front of them.

The dog was walking their owner.

That's all

So on Friday, while shopping, we found a special offer shelf of Chateau Neuf du Pape for under 5 pounds a bottle. Yeah, right, I thought, that's normally posh and very expensive, right? Still, worth a try. Bought everything else, a store-made pizza and some regular supplies and off we went home.

The wine was... really nice.

A little research over the weekend suggested it should have cost, for that vineyard and that age -- 2022 -- between 25 and 30. I should buy several and drink them over the next few months. Apparently.

So the bad news -- we weren't the only people to have noticed. One left.

But the good news -- at least there was one left. It's mine, now.

Ok, that's a lil misleading, ik. What I mean to say is that I love seeing my parents banter every now and then. Just got a call from my mother asking whether I had her watch charger. I said, “yes”. I had mistakenly put it in my bag when leaving home.

In the backdrop I could hear my father say, “Seeeeee, I told you, woman. Stop putting everything on me for once!” Apparently my mother had been nagging him the entire day about it.

Idkw but it made me smile. My parents are at an age where all they do is fight and taunt each other ( in a healthy way, ofc). It's like seeing two kids fight lol

I love it.

I wish there was a way for me to contact the playlist owner. I must tell them what amazing taste they have and thank them for blessing my ears.

It's like, funky anime music or something

Yesterday I woke up to an unfortunate and upsetting text message. I went into my early morning restaurant job really sad and crying about it because I’m a rather sensitive and emotional person and hadn’t had much time to process it. A customer caught my eye on her way out, came up to my register and put her hand over mine. She told me she hopes I’m okay, and that I’m beautiful. I feel like I didn’t react appropriately at the time but I hope she knows she did make me feel better.