honestly, when my aunty asked about marriage at that function, all I could think was, yaar, I don't even have health insurance. I mean, kaise samjhau unhe, ke shaadi ke bajaye main apne loans chukane mein busy hoon? it feels like everyone's focused on the next big life step while I’m still stuck figuring out if I can afford a basic check-up. ab kya bolun? "haan aunty, abhi bhi swipe right karke he...
yo, my parents showed up unannounced, and i was in the middle of an epic battle against laundry that somehow grew sentient. they walked in and saw me digging through piles of clothes like an archaeologist at a dig site, just to find something clean—only to realize, it’s all dusty junk and fast food containers decorating my living room like some kind of sad art exhibit. bruh, if this is what adulti...
not gonna lie, i spent last night pacing my apartment in mismatched socks, trying to distract myself from the fact that my paychecks keep arriving just a hair too late. i caught myself laughing at how i’d give anything for a giant inflatable duck to float around in my living room while i drown in existential dread. honestly, the weird part is the absurdity hit me right before i nearly teared up over my unopened bills, which is really just an expensive way to decorate the walls. guess it’s time to start that duck fundraiser for myself—who knew rent could be the punchline of my own sad comedy show?
not gonna lie, i spent last night pacing my apartment in mismatched socks, trying to distract myself from the fact that my paychecks keep arriving just a hair too late. i caught myself laughing at how i’d give anything for a giant inflatable duck to float around in my living room while i drown in existential dread. honestly, the weird part is the absurdity hit me right before i nearly teared up over my unopened bills, which is really just an expensive way to decorate the walls. guess it’s time to start that duck fundraiser for myself—who knew rent could be the punchline of my own sad comedy show?
no because the way that the other day, I accidentally left a hundred dollar bill on my dresser, and I spent the whole week imagining my furniture plotting a rebellion against me. like, “oh great, the coffee table’s judging me for still using the same broken mug from college.” I couldn’t sleep knowing I’ve got debts hiding like rats in a dark corner, and meanwhile I’m smiling at coworkers pretendin...