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📓 Sunday December 7, 2025 — sometime today
Today I did something that doesn’t make sense on paper, but it felt right in my mind.
I’ve always overthought everything —
trying to make the “right” decision,
running the logic 20 different ways,
treating every choice like a potential failure.
But today…
I just acted.
There’s a liquor store owner who buys bags from me.
Twice a month — beginning and end.
Good dude. Pays on time. Never any drama.
Last month he bought once, then went silent.
Texted him this month — nothing.
Maybe he switched vendors.
Maybe he’s lowering inventory.
Maybe he’s just busy.
I don’t know.
The old me would’ve spiraled:
“What did I do wrong?”
“Am I losing money?”
“Do I need to fix something?”
The newer version of me had one simple thought while driving:
“Buy him donuts.”
Not to win him back.
Not to manipulate anything.
Not to guilt-trip him.
Just to say:
“Thank you.
You helped me this year.
Merry Christmas.”
Because the truth is this:
I get to build my Acorns account because people choose to buy from me.
I get to pay bills because people support my little moving warehouse of plastic bags.
I get to give my mom money because strangers hand me money.
People don’t have to buy from me.
They choose to.
And I don’t ever want to take that for granted.
This gesture goes against how I was raised.
My dad taught survival, not gratitude.
My mom taught manners — please, thank you, always say hi back —
and maybe the softness came from her.
But acknowledging people…
felt right.
Maybe I lost a client.
Maybe I didn’t.
Doesn’t matter.
He fed me.
He kept me afloat.
He helped me keep a little bit of hope alive.
So today…
I bought him donuts.
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