So I made all these new friends as of late and to be fair, a few are older than me, but a few are exactly my age. And here’s the thing: they all own furniture. They have real rugs and pieces of actual wooden furniture that aren’t from Ikea, that they didn’t build themselves! They have BRUNCH PARTIES where they invite groups of people who all get along with each other and they’ve made 15 different dishes including succotash (and I didn’t even know what succotash was so I just kept making jokes about it, because that’s my defense mechanism for when I feel ignorant or misinformed or scared or sad or just plain defensive). And they have things in frames that look like someone professional framed them. Like they went to a place (while they were running other errands or maybe on the way to the gym) and they browsed sample corners of frames and picked some out that went well with other frames they already have or the colors of their walls or the finish of the legs of tables, like my mom used to make me do when I was 8 and I’d beg to wait in the car.
Okay I love you and I don’t know what succotash is either but we need to talk about this as I have been developing a similar obsession with this awareness that some people do errands all the time and probably do them on the day they think of them—and then I think, my GOD you could spend your entire life just doing the errands and its TRUE i think the sign of a truly successful person is doing errands ON THE WAY TO OTHER ERRANDS. I think maybe this is their secret, but whenever I try to do that I freak out about mapping them out and timing them the right way and oh, will I have to go and buy coffee with a bag full of groceries and like, will people judge me for using plastic bags (yes) and so I sit in front of my computer FREAKING OUT about what errand to do first and kind of decide i am a huge failure because I can’t possibly BRING A BAG OF LAUNDRY TO THE BANK, CAN I? And then I read people’s blogs where they are like, “Oh, I just rode my bike to the market to buy these local organic vegetables just another beautiful day in brooklyn!” and I’m like DAMMMMMITTTTTTTTT and start googling therapists again, which is like my default setting w/r/t errands.
Also my mom’s name is Erin and so when I was little I thought they were called Erins because my mom always did everything -__-
