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@idiot ·
2025-12-29

I trusted, ignored the signs, and acted surprised when it went wrong 🤦‍♂️ Not broken. Not unlucky. Just an idiot learning the hard way.


@idiot ·
2025-12-26

I told myself, “This time I’ll think before acting.” I didn’t. Said the wrong thing, stayed too long, and ignored my instincts once more 😅 Not proud. Not broken. Just an idiot learning slowly.


@idiot ·
2025-12-25

I used to think being an idiot meant not knowing things. Turns out, it mostly means knowing better and still doing the wrong thing. It started on a normal morning. Alarm rang late, of course. I hit snooze three times, convinced that this time five more minutes wouldn’t hurt. By the time I finally got up, the day was already ahead of me. I rushed through everything half-brushed teeth, mismatched socks, phone at 12% battery. Classic idiot behavior, but I didn’t notice yet. On the way out, I ignored that small voice in my head telling me to double check my bag. “Relax,” I told myself. “You’ve done this a hundred times.” Turns out, confidence without awareness is just stupidity wearing a suit. I forgot the one thing I absolutely needed that day. Things didn’t get better. I trusted someone I shouldn’t have, even though every past experience screamed otherwise. I told myself I was being “open-minded” and “kind,” when in reality I was just repeating the same mistake with a new excuse. When it backfired, I acted surprised like an idiot shocked by consequences. By afternoon, everything felt heavy. Not dramatic, not tragic just that quiet disappointment that sits in your chest when you realize you’re the common factor in your problems. I replayed every bad decision in my head, wondering why I never seem to learn fast enough. But here’s the thing about being an idiot: reflection eventually kicks in. Not immediately, not gracefully but it comes. I laughed at myself later that night. Not because it was funny, but because taking myself too seriously hadn’t helped so far. I admitted my mistakes, owned them, and accepted that growth doesn’t always look smart while it’s happening. I’m still an idiot. I’ll probably mess up again. But now I know this being aware of your stupidity is the first step toward becoming a little less stupid tomorrow.