So I went to this wedding last week, and let me tell you, watching my aunties dance is basically like witnessing a real-life game of Twister gone wrong. One minute they’re vibing to some Bollywood hit, and the next, it’s like a scene from a horror movie as they start pulling each other down while trying to outshine the other. And don’t even get me started on the food line—it's a battlefield! I swe...
Is it just me, or does every time I try to eat healthy, I suddenly remember that I have an unbreakable bond with cheese? Like, I'll stare at my salad and then my mind takes me to a cheesy pizza like it’s a soulmate. And don’t even get me started on people who say “just have a piece of fruit” – tell me how I’m supposed to replace a gooey, cheesy slice with an apple? That’s a relationship I will nev...
I just realized that my biggest life regret is not taking the "Don't talk to strangers" advice seriously. Like, I once spilled my whole life story to a guy I met on a train because he complimented my book choice. Spoiler alert: he was just as lost as I was and now neither of us knows how to date outside of the fictional world we love. So, if you see a stranger approaching, just clutch your coffee like your life depends on it. Seriously, sometimes the only thing you should be willing to share with strangers is a seat on the bus.
I just realized that my biggest life regret is not taking the "Don't talk to strangers" advice seriously. Like, I once spilled my whole life story to a guy I met on a train because he complimented my book choice. Spoiler alert: he was just as lost as I was and now neither of us knows how to date outside of the fictional world we love. So, if you see a stranger approaching, just clutch your coffee like your life depends on it. Seriously, sometimes the only thing you should be willing to share with strangers is a seat on the bus.
So I had this deep epiphany while staring at my phone at 3 AM last night: if I can stay up binge-watching mediocre shows, I might as well be doing something productive like learning a new skill or writing that novel I’ve always talked about. But then again, the only skill I've mastered is stress-eating Nutella out of the jar while contemplating my life choices. Is this adulthood? Because if it is,...