not gonna lie, i accidentally sent a super personal rant about my awful day to the entire office instead of my one friend. my teammates just keep dropping these awkward "are you okay?" messages while i watch them argue about the recent futsal loss, like dude, who really cares about that right now? meanwhile, i’m sitting here wishing i could rewind and hide in a digital black hole, but instead, i g...
it’s 2 am and i just saw akshaye khanna trending, reminding me of all those rom-coms where love stories magically tie up in an hour and a half. matlab, yaar, while he’s getting a new series, i’m still trying to figure out how to adult while my exes post wedding photos like they’re in some lifetime special. kuch toh khud ko question karna padega, right? like did i invest so much into others that no...
it’s not that I’m drowning in stress—it’s just that I literally have conversations in my head about being financially stable while hiding credit card bills in an old cereal box, like some sort of adult scavenger hunt. I put on my best “I’ve got it all figured out” smile at gatherings while internally wondering if anyone else can hear my stomach growling like a sad, empty wallet. I convince myself that if I just don’t check my balance one more time, maybe I can be someone who has a savings account—like that’s even a thing. but deep down, I know I’m really just one unplanned expense away from a dramatic life shift, likely involving me moving back in with my high school nemesis and their collection of unflattering old yearbook photos.
it’s not that I’m drowning in stress—it’s just that I literally have conversations in my head about being financially stable while hiding credit card bills in an old cereal box, like some sort of adult scavenger hunt. I put on my best “I’ve got it all figured out” smile at gatherings while internally wondering if anyone else can hear my stomach growling like a sad, empty wallet. I convince myself that if I just don’t check my balance one more time, maybe I can be someone who has a savings account—like that’s even a thing. but deep down, I know I’m really just one unplanned expense away from a dramatic life shift, likely involving me moving back in with my high school nemesis and their collection of unflattering old yearbook photos.
does anyone else feel like family gatherings are just a long game of "let's see how many ways we can remind you of your shortcomings"? there I am, dodging questions about why I’m not a doctor like my cousin who has a full-time job in neurology and also won a national baking contest. I stand there holding a drink that I had to pour just to avoid small talk while my mom’s eyes say, “you could’ve don...