[Text: In recovery circles, I’ve heard this described as “going to the hardware store for oranges.” In this case the hardware store is your parents and the oranges are the love and support you rightfully wish they could give you. Unfortunately, the hardware store simply doesn’t stock oranges. And we save ourselves a world of hurt when we learn to stop going to people for things they aren’t capable of giving us.]
….and then there’s also “going to the Apple for oranges” which is when i waste 49 hours scrolling mindlessly through websites on my computer (which happens to be a macbook hence the pun) like i think I’m gonna get sudden expressions of love without even actually initiating conversations with any of the people on the internet (and 9 times out of 10 the thing I actually need right now isn’t even expressions of love, it’s an experience like “getting off the fkin internet and doing a creative project, or going to bed, or eating food like maybe the literal oranges that are in the kitchen” but nope im gonna stay up all night doomscrolling because i have been trained to look for oranges in my computer since LONG before I even watched Tron 1982)