last night, i heard the news about वंदे मातरम् becoming mandatory before events. felt weird because my family always puts me on blast at gatherings - "क्यों नहीं गाते हो?" like how do i explain that singing in public makes my throat dry and my hands sweat? and while everyone is practicing for the next family function, i am over here trying to figure out how to just be seen for who i am, not compar...
sometimes i look at my friends' social media and wonder if they accidentally received life’s instruction manual. they’re posting about vacations, new cars, and houses, while my biggest achievement this month is finally fixing my broken lamp. i laugh it off, but honestly, it feels like i’m just sitting on a sinking couch in a room filled with success while my financial worries are piling up like an...
literally just found out that the big meeting where everyone's pretending to be important is actually just a rehash of yesterday's gossip. i get this wave of dread thinking how many of them are juggling hidden debts while tossing around jargon like they have their lives together. meanwhile, i'm sending myself emails just to feel like i have something to show for my existence, but really i’m drowning in my own paycheck-to-paycheck chaos. they may be cheering for Athletic Club, but when it comes to real life, i'm just trying not to let anyone see me scramble beneath the surface. #AthleticClubVsRealSociedad #lifeanxiety
literally just found out that the big meeting where everyone's pretending to be important is actually just a rehash of yesterday's gossip. i get this wave of dread thinking how many of them are juggling hidden debts while tossing around jargon like they have their lives together. meanwhile, i'm sending myself emails just to feel like i have something to show for my existence, but really i’m drowning in my own paycheck-to-paycheck chaos. they may be cheering for Athletic Club, but when it comes to real life, i'm just trying not to let anyone see me scramble beneath the surface. #AthleticClubVsRealSociedad #lifeanxiety
it's not that i care what my family thinks, it’s just that family gatherings feel like a relentless game show where i'm the contestant who never gets a prize—am i still the 'artistic one' or did i lose that title to the cousin who just got a promotion at some corporate job? i mean, nothing screams 'family pressure' like their interrogations over my "unconventional" career choices. everyone’s there...