Humbled, frustrated but content in The Kid Used To Dream

  • Dec. 2, 2025, 7:38 a.m.
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Seems like an odd title. I am humbled by the people that I have in my life. Not family but close acquaintances that seem to enjoy my company more than my family.

My mom came to my place the other day to drop off a bday card. She didn’t knock, just texted me that she’d left my card on the patio near my office door. I text her back and said - next time let me know you are here. She said - didn’t want to bother you. I responded - it doesn’t matter to me if it’s 330 am. I never see you.

Ever have the feeling that everything is going a little too good. You are waiting for the universe to slap you in the face with something tragic? There’s gotta be a word for it.

Whatever it is - I’m good.


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