u/LumiLuxury

No sé si hice bien o mal pero fue cine total.
Publiqué una PS2 vieja que tenía juntando polvo, cae un flaco re desesperado tipo “amigo te la compro YA”. Viene en una moto sin patente, me paga TODO en monedas y billetes doblados como si hubiera robado un kiosco.

Hasta ahí raro nomás.

A las dos horas cae un patrullero preguntando por “un tipo con camiseta de Boca y mochila de Spiderman”. Yo pensé “listo, fui cómplice de algo”.

Resulta que el loco había discutido con la novia, vendió el microondas de la casa, compró la Play y se fue a lo de un amigo a jugar al Winning Eleven “para despejarse”.

La novia lo rastreó por MercadoLibre.
Nunca vi una historia tan grasa y tan triste al mismo tiempo.

Mi madre tiene una habilidad muy concreta en esta vida: entrar a un sitio cinco minutos y salir con un vínculo emocional con alguien.
Da igual que sea una farmacia, un bazar o una cafetería. Ella habla con una persona dos veces y automáticamente actúa como si hubiesen sobrevivido juntos a la guerra.

Pues hace unos meses empezó a ir a una cafetería cerca de casa y se hizo amiga de un camarero. Pero amiga de verdad. En plan:

— “Ay, hoy está más cansado el pobre.”
— “El otro día tenía examen.”
— “A ver si se corta el pelo ya.”

Yo pensaba que exageraba, hasta que fui con ella un día y el chico literalmente salió de detrás de la barra para darle dos besos.

Error enorme. Porque ahora cada vez que voy sola ya no soy una clienta normal. Soy “la hija de”.

La última vez entré, me senté y antes incluso de pedir nada el camarero me dice:
“¿Qué tal tu madre? Hace días que no viene.”

Y yo no sé gestionar esas situaciones porque me da vergüenza existir. Así que respondí algo totalmente normal y humano como:
“Bien… sigue siendo ella.”

No sé por qué dije eso.

El caso es que desde entonces el chico ya me habla con una confianza absurda. El otro día me preguntó si al final mi madre había arreglado “lo de la lavadora”.

YO NI SABÍA QUE HABÍA ALGO CON LA LAVADORA.

Mi propia madre le está dando más desarrollo de personaje a un camarero random que a mí.

Y ahora me da miedo ir a cualquier sitio con ella porque siempre acaba creando una pequeña comunidad. El otro día tardó 40 minutos en comprar pan porque se encontró con “la chica del chino que tiene el gato enfermo”.

Ni siquiera sabía que conocía a una chica del chino. Ni al gato.

One thing I’ve noticed over the last few years is that people seem way more interested in pointing out flaws in others than actually improving themselves.
Someone can be exhausted, stressed, dealing with loss, anxiety, money problems, family issues, and still the first reaction people have is criticism instead of empathy.
Everybody notices when someone fails socially.
Everybody notices when someone says the wrong thing.
Everybody notices when someone looks awkward, emotional, insecure, different, or imperfect.
But almost nobody stops for two seconds to think about what that person might be carrying internally.
It feels like society slowly turned human interaction into performance review culture.
People record strangers having bad moments.
People post screenshots instead of having conversations.
People laugh at vulnerability and call it entertainment.
People judge lives they don’t understand from a 15-second clip online.
And the weirdest part is that most people doing this are struggling too.
Almost everyone is overwhelmed right now in some way. Financially, mentally, emotionally, socially. But instead of that creating more understanding, it somehow created less patience for each other.
It’s like people became addicted to feeling morally superior for a few seconds.
Nobody wants to admit they’ve been selfish.
Nobody wants to admit they were unfair.
Nobody wants to look at their own behavior first.
It’s easier to zoom in on somebody else’s mistake because then you don’t have to sit alone with your own flaws.
The amount of casual cruelty people normalized is honestly insane.
Someone can openly admit they’re having a hard time and the comments instantly become:
“stop complaining”
“grow up”
“nobody cares”
“skill issue”
“womp womp”
Like empathy became embarrassing somehow.
I genuinely think a lot of people forgot that others are living entire lives inside their heads too. Everyone is carrying fears nobody sees, regrets nobody talks about, stress nobody posts online.
A little patience and basic kindness would probably change more lives than most people realize.
Instead, everybody’s busy watching everybody else.

One thing I’ve noticed over the last few years is that people seem way more interested in pointing out flaws in others than actually improving themselves.
Someone can be exhausted, stressed, dealing with loss, anxiety, money problems, family issues, and still the first reaction people have is criticism instead of empathy.
Everybody notices when someone fails socially.
Everybody notices when someone says the wrong thing.
Everybody notices when someone looks awkward, emotional, insecure, different, or imperfect.
But almost nobody stops for two seconds to think about what that person might be carrying internally.
It feels like society slowly turned human interaction into performance review culture.
People record strangers having bad moments.
People post screenshots instead of having conversations.
People laugh at vulnerability and call it entertainment.
People judge lives they don’t understand from a 15-second clip online.
And the weirdest part is that most people doing this are struggling too.
Almost everyone is overwhelmed right now in some way. Financially, mentally, emotionally, socially. But instead of that creating more understanding, it somehow created less patience for each other.
It’s like people became addicted to feeling morally superior for a few seconds.
Nobody wants to admit they’ve been selfish.
Nobody wants to admit they were unfair.
Nobody wants to look at their own behavior first.
It’s easier to zoom in on somebody else’s mistake because then you don’t have to sit alone with your own flaws.
The amount of casual cruelty people normalized is honestly insane.
Someone can openly admit they’re having a hard time and the comments instantly become:
“stop complaining”
“grow up”
“nobody cares”
“skill issue”
“womp womp”
Like empathy became embarrassing somehow.
I genuinely think a lot of people forgot that others are living entire lives inside their heads too. Everyone is carrying fears nobody sees, regrets nobody talks about, stress nobody posts online.
A little patience and basic kindness would probably change more lives than most people realize.
Instead, everybody’s busy watching everybody else.

About two years ago, I got to work really early on a Friday because I couldn’t sleep. Nobody else was there yet, so I grabbed a random muffin from the kitchen, cut it into tiny pieces, and left one piece on every desk just to confuse people.
By 9 AM, the office group chat was exploding.
People thought it was:
a team-building thing
a management experiment
a passive-aggressive message
some weird startup culture ritual
I didn’t say anything because it was funny watching everyone overanalyze a tiny piece of blueberry muffin.
Then the next Friday came around.
Someone else brought muffins.
They cut them into pieces and placed them on every desk “to keep the tradition going.”
Now it’s been almost two years.
Every Friday, someone brings muffins. Nobody remembers who started it. New employees think it’s part of onboarding culture. One guy literally told a client, completely seriously, that “the muffin sharing ritual represents collaboration and equal contribution.”
Last week HR sent an email reminding people to label muffins for allergy reasons.
I created an entire workplace tradition because I was tired and bored at 6:40 in the morning.
And I still haven’t told anyone.

Every time I get into an elevator with strangers, the exact same thing happens and nobody ever acknowledges it.

You walk in, turn around, and then suddenly everyone is facing the door like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. No one speaks. No one moves. It’s like we all silently agreed to become NPCs for 30 seconds.

If there’s a mirror, it somehow makes it worse. Now you can see everyone avoiding eye contact in real time, including yourself, which just adds another layer of awkward.

And the buttons… why do we all press them so aggressively? Like pressing it harder will make the elevator arrive faster. And if someone already pressed your floor, you still double-check like you don’t trust them.

Also, the moment the door opens, everyone suddenly snaps back into being a normal human and walks out like nothing happened.

We all do this. Every single time. And yet nobody ever brings it up.

Anyway yeah, that’s been living in my head for no reason.

So if you say “queue” out loud, it literally sounds like just the letter “Q”

Which means the other four letters are just… there. Not contributing at all.

They’re basically the silent backup dancers of the alphabet.

English is weird
👀

This wasn’t planned at all.

A few days ago I ran out of cigarettes and didn’t feel like going out to buy more. I told myself I’d go later, but then I got distracted, had dinner, watched something, and went to sleep.

Next day I woke up and realized I hadn’t smoked since the day before. I thought “okay, I’ll just wait a bit longer.”

Now it’s been a couple of days and I’m in this weird situation where I don’t know if I’m actually quitting or just continuing a streak of laziness.

I still think about smoking, especially after eating or with coffee, but at the same time I also don’t feel like putting in the effort to go buy cigarettes.

So I guess right now my main strategy for quitting is… being too lazy to relapse.

Not sure if this is smart or stupid, but it’s working so far.