The Infinite Starr

victim mentality

  • The Un-vacation

    Everyday starts off like an ordinary day until it isnt. That’s probably how most things happen. Nobody wakes up Tuesday morning expecting Tuesday to become the reason they start looking at plane tickets by lunch. The coffee tastes the same. The computer turns on. The same people need the same things they needed yesterday, except…

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  • Your Excuses Have a Home Address

    There is a neighborhood nobody advertises. No real estate agent will ever show it to you. There are no open houses. No ribbon cuttings. No welcome baskets waiting on the porch. Yet somehow… Millions of people live there. It is the only place on earth where everyone believes they are the victim of their own…

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  • Waiting Room 7

    There is a waiting room that every person eventually finds. No one tells you where it is. No one hands you directions. One day life simply walks you through the door, takes a seat beside you, and says… “You’re going to be here awhile.” The room isn’t fancy. The chairs are comfortable enough to keep…

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  • Blankets We Refuse to Fold

    The first thing you noticed was the sound. Not birds. Not wind. Not laughter. It was the endless whisper of fabric scraping across ancient stone. Thousands of blankets. Dragging. Shifting. Catching on broken edges. The sound echoed so far into the distance it was impossible to tell where it began or where it ended. It…

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  • The People Who Set Themselves on Fire and Call It Warmth

    There is a strange kind of peace that happens when you finally become grateful for your own life. Not performative grateful.Not “post a quote over a sunset” grateful.I mean real grateful. The kind where you wake up and your nervous system is not in a cage match with your mind before your feet hit the…

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  • The World Doesn’t Bend—It Breaks You First

    There’s a certain kind of person that walks into a room already expecting it to adjust to them. Not because they’ve earned it. Not because they’ve built anything worth adjusting for. Just because they believe it should. You can feel them before they even speak. They carry this quiet demand in their chest like the…

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  • The Court of the Unaccountable

    Sit down. Not at your table. That one is loud, crowded, full of echoes and rehearsed sympathy.Sit here, where things don’t need witnesses to be real. I’ve been watching you. Not the version you perform. The one underneath it. The one that never speaks unless it’s cornered. You call it being misunderstood. I call it…

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  • The Mirror That Points Everywhere But Inward

    Regret has a funny way of dressing itself up. It doesn’t walk into the room saying, I was wrong.It walks in pointing fingers. It says, They made me do it.They stole from me.They never loved me.They kept me down. Meanwhile, everywhere they go… there they are. You can change cities.Change partners.Change jobs.Change friend groups. But…

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