🎞️ 12 Reasons My Life Is One Long Deleted Scene 🎬
My microwave beeps louder than my social life.
The only thing that calls out to me at 2 a.m. anymore is a reheated burrito.I rehearse conversations that never happen.
And I absolutely crush them...alone...in the shower...6 hours after the moment passed.Every time I walk into a room, people are already mid-laugh.
I’m either late to the joke or living in the blooper reel.I wave back at people who weren’t waving at me.
Plot twist: They were high-fiving the air behind me. Still counts?My coffee shop order has been “the usual” for 3 years and no one’s noticed.
I whisper it like a regular in a noir film. They still ask me to repeat it. Twice.My motivational playlist includes an ad about athlete’s foot.
Nothing says “rise and grind” like fungal foot care between tracks.I once made eye contact with someone through a spoon.
We both pretended it didn’t happen. But we both know.I narrate my life like it’s a moody indie film.
But the only background music is the neighbor’s lawnmower and an occasional rogue goose.I overthink texts so long the moment evaporates.
“Haha” or “lol”? Hours pass. The sun sets. I send nothing.I once confidently walked into a glass door.
Then tried to play it off like I was doing... door yoga. Nailed it. No notes.My socks never match, and no one ever asks why.
It's like the symbolism is right there, but nobody wants to analyze me.I said “you too” when the waiter told me to enjoy my meal.
In that moment, we both deleted ourselves from reality.
🎬 Life’s not always a blockbuster, sometimes it’s just a quiet little scene on the cutting room floor — full of charm, crumbs, and existential jazz flute. But hey, deleted scenes are where the real gems live. 🖤✨