And So, the Cherries Begin to Fall… 🍒

26th Feb 2025 – Wednesday

Let’s mark today as the first day I’ve actually sat down to write—properly, with determination.  ✍️  After ages of mentally forming sentences in my head, having never-ending inner monologues that go absolutely nowhere, I’ve finally gathered the strength to put them somewhere. Here we are. 

It’s now month two of my tragic little mission to escape the chaos of life and this crippling sense of loneliness. 🫠  

At first, it wasn’t so bad—I found distractions. Until, of course, I ran out of things to keep me occupied and had to face myself and reality. 😵‍💫 Speaking of reality, the first thing that comes to mind is money. Earning it, saving it, needing it. Money, money, money 💰—every thought seems to revolve around it.

I honestly believe water isn’t the source of life—money is.💸 It defines your status in society, determines what you can do and when, and essentially puts power in the hands of those who have it. Simple as that.

For the last 15 years, I’ve been constantly working for money. Now that I’m not earning, it feels like those years never even happened. Like I’ve hit reset and gone back to square one. 🫠  The illusion of being invincible, the confidence that financial stability brings—all gone.

I’m stuck watching endless, mind-numbing videos on social media. 📱Honestly, I think I’m morphing into one of those 60-year-old aunties who have nothing better to do but post bizarre content online. Yep, that’s where I’m at now. Just trying to exist without embarrassing myself too much.

Dreaming used to be my go-to escape, something that gave me hope. But now, even in my dreams, I’m not me anymore. I take on different identities, probably because AI filters have ruined me. Everything is Snapchat’s fault, obviously—not mine. I refuse to accept that I might be the problem. Let’s just close this topic here before I start believing otherwise.

People say acceptance is the beginning of everything. But what if I want to live without accepting things? Do I really need to embrace happiness in order to find it? Sounds pointless to me. Can’t we just acknowledge our misery, say it out loud, and move on? No sugar-coating, no “acceptance,” just raw honesty. That would be fun. But look at me now—slipping into melancholy mode yet again. 🫠

Not that it’s surprising—life isn’t exactly full of rainbows and unicorns 🦄✨ for me right now. Speaking of which, let’s talk about relationships. If I wanted, I could probably write an epic novel 📖about the absolute disaster that is modern dating and relationships.

Why is everything so difficult? Why can’t we just instantly meet the person we truly love, connect effortlessly, and have a relationship without pain, games, or betrayals? Would that be too much to ask? Instead, it’s always a battle, always a test, always some ridiculous power struggle.

Oh, and in case you were wondering—yes, I have lived through everything I just described. 🫠And I’m still living through it. As if all my internal chaos wasn’t enough, I also have the pleasure of being stuck in an unhappy marriage. 🥂What a brilliant combination, don’t you think?

And of course, when one bad thing happens, the rest follow like a domino effect. That’s just how the universe works. Negativity attracts negativity, just like money attracts more money. 🔄

And no, before you ask, small bad events don’t count. Just like you need a certain amount of money before it starts multiplying, you need to hit rock bottom properly before the universe decides to send a full-blown disaster your way. 🎢

I would suggest letting all the bad things come at once—one big storm instead of endless drizzle. But unfortunately, my misfortunes seem to be arriving on a subscription plan —like an unwanted monthly delivery of bad luck.💁🏻‍♀️ And here I am, stuck in it, feeling like that guy on the bus who cracks terrible jokes and forces small talk on strangers just to fill the silence.🕺 Yep, that’s exactly how this ‘subscription to misery’ feels. 😵‍💫

Over time, you start seeing things differently, but you’re still powerless to change anything. Just drifting along—like a lost piece of wood floating in a murky pond.

Fallen Cherries 🍒—that’s what I’m calling this whole experience. A collection of thoughts where I confront both myself and the world I’ve unwillingly signed up for.

Lately, since I have too much time on my hands, I’ve been watching videos of people who are equally miserable, hoping for some kind of enlightenment. 💡 And, as we all know, once you watch one sad-life crisis video, the algorithm decides that’s all you need to see.

And honestly, what the hell is happening to the world? 🌍

Every other video is about people hitting rock bottom, then miraculously "healing", losing weight, getting Botox, and then posting glowing transformation videos as if they’ve achieved enlightenment. ✨

 I mean, really? Am I the only one sick of this? The fakeness is unbearable. 🎭 And just like that—you’ve become one of them. One of those fake-perfect social media people living a staged, aesthetic life.  I’m so tired of this two-faced nonsense. 🤦🏻‍♀️

 Here’s a real Fallen Cherries moment 🍒 ‼️—why is it so hard to just be yourself? I’m not saying people should be ugly, but can we at least stop copying each other?

I, for example, get bored easily. I can’t do things the same way as everyone else. Is that a problem? Maybe psychology says yes, but I say no.

Also, I absolutely cannot stand people who blindly follow trends. Like, we’re not Elon Musk’s GEN-2736 robots 🤖, people! We’re humans. We’re meant to be imperfect.

 That’s why perfectionism annoys me. If you’re obsessed with perfection, where’s your individuality? If your work, your actions, or your personality don’t have something uniquely yours, then what’s the point? 😒

 There’s a reason why the most successful people aren’t perfect—they’re unique. 🏆 And because of that, they make money. A lot of money. And I mean obscene amounts of it. 

 And just like that, we’re back to money. Again. 🤑

 I swear, I never planned for my first blog to revolve around money, but it just happened. Does this mean I’m a slave to money? 😳  Oh my god.

 No chance. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have spent the last two months sitting at home, finishing every single Netflix and Amazon series available. 🎬 That takes real commitment, don’t you think? A cultural investment, even. 😉✌🏻

As those healing videos would say—"I’m investing in myself." (Which, let’s be honest, is just my beautifully gift-wrapped delusion—custom-made to keep me from completely losing the plot.) 😏

 So, my daily routine? I spend the day lying around, watching literally anything and everything, scrolling through social media, judging perfect faces and lives, sighing dramatically, and then falling asleep again. Yep. Self-investment at its finest. 😉

Until the next Fallen Cherries meltdown—cheers to surviving another day 🍒✨

To those rare souls reading this—pleasure to meet you, and see you next time. 😘