𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝𒀭

one day you'll realize the amount of potential you had, and how it was all wasted away because you chose comfort over effort. And the worst part is, there will be no one to blame but yourself. That regret will haunt you forever.

on my worst days i never treated nobody as fucked up as people treated me, shit really pitiful!

About 5 years ago I worked at a sushi restaurant. One night after closing, the owner asked if I wanted “a few avocados” that weren’t bad, just not prime for sushi anymore. I said “sure.” This motherfucker handed me a grocery bag with TWENTY SEVEN avocados in it lol

Me when there's an opportunity to self-sabotage

Friend: I almost sold my concert ticket. Me: Why? Friend: Because nobody wanted to go with me. Me: To what? Friend: A concert I've wanted to attend for years. Me: Ouch. Friend: I bought four tickets. Me: Confident. Friend: Apparently too confident. Me: What happened? Friend: First friend said he was busy. Second friend had family plans. Third friend forgot he had already agreed to something else. Me: Brutal. Friend: The worst part? Me: What. Friend: Nobody was rude about it. Me: That somehow makes it worse. Friend: Exactly, Nobody rejected me, They just had better things to do. Me: ... Friend: So the week before the concert I decided not to go. Me: No. Friend: I was embarrassed. Me: Bro. Friend: I know. Anyway, I put the tickets online. Me: And? Friend: One sold, Then another, Then another. Me: Okay. Friend: The last buyer messages me. Me: Uh oh. Friend: He asks, "Why are you selling?" Me: .... Friend: I tell him. Me: And? Friend: He says, "That's stupid." Me: HAHAHAHA. Friend: Then he says, "You already wanted to go." Me: Fair. Friend: Then he asks where my seat is. Me: And? Friend: Turns out his seat is right next to mine. Me: NO. Friend: BRO..... Apparently he was buying tickets for himself and two coworkers. Me: What happened? Friend: Concert day arrives, I almost don't go, But I force myself. Me: Good. Friend: I get there, Find my seat, The guy recognizes me instantly. Me: HAHAHAHA. Friend: Then he introduces me to his coworkers. Me: Nice. Friend: Then one of them says: "Wait." Me: What now? Friend: Turns out we all work within ten minutes of each other. Me: NO. Friend: One guy had actually eaten at the restaurant I manage. Me: WHAT. Friend: Small world. Me: What happened after? Friend: We got drinks after the show. Me: And? Friend: Three years later we still meet every month. Me: All because of a concert ticket? Friend: Yep. Me: Crazy. Friend: You know what's crazier? Me: What? Friend: The three original friends still think I never went.

one day you'll realize the amount of potential you had, and how it was all wasted away because you chose comfort over effort. And the worst part is, there will be no one to blame but yourself. That regret will haunt you forever.

Half naked pics don't mean she's easy to f*ck ,you niggas post glocks and still get robbed

When you're acutely aware of your own shortcomings but you cannot stop making the same mistakes over and over again.

Growing up, my mom had a superpower. No matter how much cleaning got done, it was never enough. Every few weekends she'd announce what my siblings and I called "Hell Day." That meant spending the entire Saturday cleaning the house from top to bottom. The weird part? The outcome never changed. If we cleaned for 2 hours, she'd complain. If we cleaned for 10 hours, she'd complain. If the house looked spotless, she'd somehow find a single dust particle hiding behind a lamp and act like we'd committed a crime. Eventually my brother, sister, and I started talking about it. Brother: You realize she's going to complain no matter what we do, right? Sister: Honestly, I don't think she's even looking. Me: Then let's test it. A stupid idea turned into a brilliant one. We secretly raised money from relatives and family friends and hired a professional cleaning company. Not some random people. Actual professionals. One cleaner had been doing it for nearly 20 years. The other had almost a decade of experience. They spent hours making the place look like a furniture showroom. Counters shining. Floors sparkling. Everything perfect. We even filmed parts of it so we could show Mom later. Then we waited. That afternoon Mom came home with our uncle. She hadn't even fully walked through the front door before it started. Mom: I can already tell somebody didn't wipe these surfaces properly. Mom: And who swept the floor? There's probably dust everywhere. My siblings and I just looked at each other. The woman had been inside for maybe 15 seconds. Me: Actually... I pulled out my phone. Me: We didn't clean. She frowned. Me: Professional cleaners did. Then I showed her the videos. The silence was incredible. My uncle started grinning. Mom's face turned bright red. Mom: You embarrassed me! Me: No, we proved our point. Mom: How dare you bring strangers into this house! Brother: That's not what you're really mad about. Sister: You're mad because you were already complaining before you even looked. That conversation did not end peacefully. But here's the funny part. After that day? She mostly started doing the cleaning herself. She never admitted we were right. Not once. But somehow "Hell Day" mysteriously disappeared forever. And honestly, that was all the confirmation we needed.

One time I had jury duty & got picked for a trial. It was about an insurance company not replacing some windows in a building after a storm. One of my 12 peers was an older lady who, during one warm & boring summer day in the jury box, slightly nodded off for one second. That woman was IMMEDIATELY removed & replaced with an alternate juror. This is not about jury duty or windows.

when someone calls me "selfish" but all my life I've been a people pleaser and let people walk all over me.

I wanted to give a big shoutout to my incredible seatmate on a recent flight. This legend kicked things off with the hilarious SpongeBob movie, followed by the clever Zootopia, and then that fun new animated Goat film. For hours, their screen was a nonstop party of colorful animation and laughs at 35,000 feet. Then, with perfect timing, they switched gears and pulled out The Autobiography of Malcolm X. They spent the rest of the journey deeply absorbed in its powerful pages. The contrast from playful cartoons to serious reflection was pure poetry. Absolute legendary lineup an icon in the window seat. ✈️📖

Friend: I have been lying to my daughter for 19 years. Me: That's a concerning opening sentence. Friend: It's not a serious lie. Me: What kind of lie lasts 19 years? Friend: A crane lie. Me: A what? Friend: When my daughter was 5, she made an origami crane at school. Me: Okay. Friend: She gave it to me and asked if I liked it. Me: Reasonable. Friend: It was objectively terrible. Me: BRO. Friend: The wings were different sizes, One eye was missing, It looked exhausted. Me: HAHAHAHA. Friend: But she was proud of it, So I told her, "Origami cranes are my favorite thing in the world." Me: NO WAY🙆🙆 Friend: BRO..... I just wanted her to be happy. Me: And? Friend: The next birthday, Cranes. Father's Day, Cranes. Christmas, More cranes. Me: NO😂 Friend: Every year, For 19 years. Me: HAHAHAHA. Friend: My office has cranes, My car has cranes, My house has cranes, I have received approximately 700 cranes. Me: SEVEN HUNDRED? Friend: I stopped counting. Me: Why didn't you tell her? Friend: After year five it felt weird, After year ten it felt impossible, After year fifteen it felt like a government secret. Me: Fair. Friend: Last week she called me. Me: Uh oh. Friend: She says, "Dad, don't make plans for next month." I ask why. Me: And? Friend: She booked us into a three-day traditional origami workshop. Me: HAHAHAHA. Friend: Three days. Me: NO. Friend: Three entire days. Me: What did you say? Friend: I said, "That sounds wonderful." Me: YOU COWARD. Friend: BRO I'M IN TOO DEEP. Me: What's your actual favorite thing? Friend: Dogs. Me: How many dog gifts have you received? Friend: Zero. Me: Tragic. Friend: Instead I own enough paper birds to start a migration.

I used to think communication was the key until I realized comprehension is. you can communicate all you want with someone but if they don't understand you, it's silent chaos

"if u sleep in the afternoon, u won't sleep at night" me in the afternoon and at night:

Normalize giving up on people. No more seeing the best in them, no more excusing their behaviour. accept them as they are and reject them. if they wanted to appreciate you they would have already.

Coworker: sooo…someone in here likes you. Me: Tell them to stop. Coworker: what?!😅 Me: I don’t shit where I eat. Doesn’t work. Coworker: oh ok😐