Listen, it’s not every day you find a best friend. Hell, it’s not every year, decade, or century you find a best friend. In fact, if you really consider the world being the size it is, people being the way they are, and all the little weird coincidences in life we live through, it’s really a miracle we find a best friend at all.
That’s what I classify finding Mari as- a miracle.
I know I’m not the only one, but I have this super complicated relationship with Tumblr as a (mostly) functional adult who really shouldn’t be on Tumblr. I actually just went through a major Tumblr drought because I kept telling myself, Mari, come on. Ain’t nobody got time for Tumblr. You have papers to grade. You have an office to vacuum. Today you had 10 Ritz crackers with some peanut butter for lunch and you need to acquire some dinner HELLO. Also, your closet looks like the aftermath of a hurricane that occurred during an apocalypse that wiped out 90% of mankind. NO TUMBLR FOR YOU. NONE.
And so, I didn’t Tumblr. I didn’t Tumblr for many, many moons. This was during those last three months or so of 2015 when I was overworking myself for fun & profit. I didn’t return to Tumblr until my 2 weeks of Winter Break, when I logged on and reblogged a few things here and there, then slowly started going back to my usual posting-a-lot-all-at-once-and-then-vanishing-for-24-hours routine. And you know what? It was actually good. I began to realize that Tumblr time has this bizarre calming effect on me. As a notorious workaholic who apparently has to work in order NOT to work, scrolling through my feed before bedtime counts as one of the few ways I can come close to shutting my brain off. (“You’re not hyper, your brain is hyper.” – my dad) Even after going back to work, and even though I really thought I would drop Tumblr again when school was back in session, I stayed. I’ve decided that I need it for stress relief.
It’s weird, I suppose, and I’m sure it’s more than a little bit irresponsible, but now even on weekdays I try to give myself at least half an hour of mindless Tumblr time. I reblog things to my // VERY CAREFULLY CURATED // collection of trash, photography, and tags of me wailing about Lee Jong Suk. I snack on something sugary and awful. I crank up my tiny space heater and put the same song on repeat the entire time. I stop thinking about work and school and what can I do for this child and why can’t this one remember that two quarters is fifty cents and all the other things always rushing through my head without a break. It’s nice.
Also, cheaper than real therapy. That’s important cause I am quite poor.
Now that we have effectively introduced you to Trash vs. Garbage, it’s time to explore one of my personal favorites of the trashcan variety, Choi Seung Hyun, otherwise known as T.O.P.
Some of you may know this fine specimen from a lil’ band from South Korea called Big Bang.
Lil’ Band? Anne, they’re huge, they’ve been around for a decade and-
OKAY, RIGHT, SO I AM A FLIPPANT INDIVIDUAL- Accept it and move on, this is about T.O.P and his thoroughly excellent eyebrows, not how much I’ve lived under a rock for the entirety of my life.
Listen, Mari and myself are connoisseurs of eyebrows. We appreciate a good eyebrow. In fact, we’ll probably add a post about how much we enjoy good brows to this trashcan of a site if y’all wait long enough. Take Kim Woo Bin for example
The man has strong eyebrow game. We know it, he knows it, everyone knows it and we can all agree that he uses it to his full advantage.
Side note: he is totally dating this beautiful goddess, Shin Min Ah, and I am ABOUT THIS
Okay, this T.O.P post is slowly becoming wildly about Not T.O.P which is what everyone who is not T.O.P will hereby be referenced as from here on out. Let me further explain why he is an international treasure.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not The World’s Greatest Goal Setter. Everything I think about accomplishing is always kind of vague, ‘big picture’ and less concrete which is, of course, what everyone tells you not to do. (Google SMART goals, if you must)
But, because I am 1000000% about solidarity and because Mari made goals, I think it’s worth saying, hey maybe I should have things I want to accomplish this year.
Anne, why WOULDN’T you have things to accomplish this year?
Well, vague voice of reason that haunts my posts, this is the first year in forever I haven’t been in school and therefore working toward some incredibly specific end goal. High school was to get to college, college was to get to grad school, grad school was to get to my job and to just survive winter. Now look at me, secured with full-time employment and really just kind of coasting through life.
I admit it — I believe in New Year’s resolutions. I don’t really set them in the traditional way, though. It’s more like I give myself certain goals, and they’re not always concrete. Just things I want to accomplish over the next 365 days. One year, my only goal was to say no. It was going to be The Year of Saying No, because I was tired of always being the one who said yes to all these things and problems and etc that I really didn’t need in my life. The year after that was The Year of Not Saying Sorry. I was only going to say sorry if A) I really meant it or B) I had a true reason to apologize. This year, my resolutions look like the world’s most vague to-do list and I’m totally okay with that. There are more on my list, but I’d say these are the most important.