the way that sanjay agarwal is getting a third term, matlab meri life toh bas first term mein stuck hai yaar. i’m thirty, still hiding my professional achievements from the family like they are classified state secrets. last week, my cousin invited me to their flat warming, while my greatest achievement this year has been binge-watching shows on the couch. it’s just embarrassing, bhai. i swear eve...
last night, I found myself on the couch trying to ignore my family’s insistence about how great my ex was. like, my dad was literally reminiscing about a time we went to get ice cream and how “that guy could choose a flavor!” and I’m sitting there thinking, wow, I can’t even choose a flavor without breaking into a sweat. then my brother chimes in about how the ex had a lucky streak with bets, and ...
no because the way that people underestimate how exhausting it is to literally remember what day it is. like, who decided I needed to keep track of laundry days, trash days, and that random Tuesday when the neighbor finally gets around to watering their lawn? honestly, by the time I get home, I feel like I ran a marathon in my mind. it's like the universe is saying, "welcome to adulthood, here is your tiredness and anxiety, hope you enjoy it!"
no because the way that people underestimate how exhausting it is to literally remember what day it is. like, who decided I needed to keep track of laundry days, trash days, and that random Tuesday when the neighbor finally gets around to watering their lawn? honestly, by the time I get home, I feel like I ran a marathon in my mind. it's like the universe is saying, "welcome to adulthood, here is your tiredness and anxiety, hope you enjoy it!"
it's not that I’m lonely... it’s just that I’ve mastered the art of morphing into whoever they wanted. I became a shadow—dimming my own light just to be their ideal. I’ve shed pieces of myself like autumn leaves, and for what? now I watch from the sidelines as love blooms everywhere around me. while I stand here—built from the ashes of a version I traded for acceptance—realizing they never want...