The Things I Notice

MJ Wynn
Sep 23
2 min read

Okay, so here’s the thing: I notice way more than people think I do. I always have. It’s not like I’m sitting here keeping score, but I can’t help it—I catch the little things. Who shows up, who doesn’t. Who texts me “I’m proud of you” when something good happens, and who just… doesn’t.

And it sticks. I wish it didn’t, but it does.

Like, lately I’ve had some things happen that I’m so excited about—stuff I’ve been working toward forever, things that actually make me feel like maybe all this chaos and burnout and restarting hasn’t been for nothing. The kind of news that makes me want to scream it from the rooftops.

And some people in my life have been amazing about it. My girlfriend especially—god, she’s been my number-one hype woman through all of this. She’s the person who somehow makes me believe in myself when I don’t, the one dragging me out of the house to celebrate instead of letting me spiral. She’s golden.

But then there are the others. The friends who shrug. The ones who laugh off my excitement. The ones who don’t bother to do the smallest things that would mean the absolute world to me. It’s not about money, it’s not about effort—it’s about wanting to feel like they give a damn. Like I matter. And when that doesn’t happen, it stings in a way that’s hard to explain without sounding dramatic.

But you know what? If you’ve ever been there, you get it. You know how heavy silence can feel when you’re hoping for celebration. How a “that’s cool” can feel like a punch when you’re looking for “holy shit, I’m so proud of you.”

I notice those things. I notice who uses their words to hype me up and who stays quiet. I notice who chooses to show up and who chooses not to. And eventually, yeah, I start to pull back. Because if you can’t be happy with me when I’m winning, why should I think you’ll be there when I’m not?

This isn’t me calling anyone out by name—it’s just me, late at night, thinking out loud. Maybe it’s me reminding myself that not everyone deserves front-row seats to my life. Maybe it’s me realizing that the little things—those tiny, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moments—are actually everything.

And maybe it’s me saying thank you to the ones who do show up. The ones who match my excitement, even if they don’t fully get it. The ones who know it’s not about saving ten cents, or liking a post, or sending a text—it’s about love, and about being in my corner.