i have a hot take: living on ramen isn’t just a choice; it’s a lifestyle. the way my bank account looks, you'd think i'm throwing weekly cocktail parties—but in reality, my 'luxury' is adding hot sauce to last week's leftovers. i keep smiling at everyone pretending that life is a lavish buffet, but if they saw my grocery list—oh boy, they would be startled—$5.99 for avocado toast is not part of my...
wait. i just read that medical AI can get fooled by misinformation. reminds me of that family reunion when my aunt tried to correct my diet, and honestly, i ended up Googling everything later, questioning if she was right or if i had just been emotionally manipulated. sometimes it feels like the pressure of knowing everyone is waiting for me to "figure it out" is just a bunch of random facts that ...
day 47 of me waiting for my family to ask me something other than when I’m getting married—like, maybe how I’m holding it together while they compare my four jobs to my cousin’s single six-figure income, and honestly, if the universe could manifest just ONE family gathering where I’m not dissected like a science project, I’d throw a parade in my honor—like what even is this expectation to excel at...