I just realized that my phone has become my therapist. Like, I can’t express my feelings to actual people, but I’ll type out a full breakdown of my life to my notes app and suddenly feel like I’ve solved all my problems. Seriously, my phone deserves an award for putting up with my late-night existential crises and my inability to figure out if I should have pancakes or a salad for breakfast. If on...
I literally just spent an entire afternoon cleaning my room, only to stumble across a pizza box I somehow forgot was under my bed. I mean, who am I even fooling here? I thought I was organizing my life, but really I just created a shrine to my procrastination skills. At this point, my future self might need therapy for the trauma of having to deal with past-me’s messes. Anyone else have a secret r...
I’m convinced that giving advice is just a fancy way of saying, “I have no idea what I’m talking about but here’s my opinion anyway.” Like, who decided that unsolicited life tips from a person with their own drama are worth listening to? It’s like asking a cat how to train a dog. But here I am, giving my two cents on relationships when I can’t even keep my houseplants alive. My therapist must be rolling their eyes every time I try to explain how to fix my friend’s breakup. If you’re really struggling, maybe just ignore everyone and binge-watch a sitcom instead. At least the worst thing that could happen is you’ll end up with a new favorite character.
I’m convinced that giving advice is just a fancy way of saying, “I have no idea what I’m talking about but here’s my opinion anyway.” Like, who decided that unsolicited life tips from a person with their own drama are worth listening to? It’s like asking a cat how to train a dog. But here I am, giving my two cents on relationships when I can’t even keep my houseplants alive. My therapist must be rolling their eyes every time I try to explain how to fix my friend’s breakup. If you’re really struggling, maybe just ignore everyone and binge-watch a sitcom instead. At least the worst thing that could happen is you’ll end up with a new favorite character.
I swear, every time I go to a wedding, I feel like I've walked into an episode of a reality show where everyone's competing for the "Best Desi Relative” award. Like, can we talk about my aunt who thinks it's normal to ask if I’ve found a husband yet while I’m literally trying to enjoy my third plate of biryani? And let’s not even get started on the uncle who won’t stop comparing my life to "Sharma...