yooo, so last holiday dinner turned into everyone sharing their glowing accomplishments like a parade of life achievements while i sat there, halfway through my fourth helping of mashed potatoes, listening to them. one friend just bought a house, another showed off their new car, and i’m still trying to figure out if microwave ramen counts as a "cooking skill." it's like, cool, they’re thriving wh...
wait, i just watched this wedding video where my classmate threw a party that looked like a movie set while i can’t even afford decent takeout — everyone seems to be winning at this game called life while i'm over here just trying to figure out how to cover the basics. sometimes, i feel like the only player on a field full of MVPs, like, how do i go from watching someone hit a hundred to feeling p...
it’s 3am and i’m knee-deep in family group chat messages comparing my career to my cousin's who just bought a second home while i'm stuck working weekends at a place that makes my soul feel like wet cardboard. every family gathering is like a reality show audition where everyone is waiting for me to fail the performance of being an adult. instead of pride, there’s this underlying fear that if i don’t hit the life milestones they’ve mapped out, it’ll just confirm that i'm the family disappointment. but in between their questions about my "lack of ambition" and obligatory ribbing, i can’t help but wonder if all the hustle matters when the only thing keeping me awake is the stress of keeping up. i joke that one day, i will just disappear, only to find my work's email inviting me to the “growt...
it’s 3am and i’m knee-deep in family group chat messages comparing my career to my cousin's who just bought a second home while i'm stuck working weekends at a place that makes my soul feel like wet cardboard. every family gathering is like a reality show audition where everyone is waiting for me to fail the performance of being an adult. instead of pride, there’s this underlying fear that if i don’t hit the life milestones they’ve mapped out, it’ll just confirm that i'm the family disappointment. but in between their questions about my "lack of ambition" and obligatory ribbing, i can’t help but wonder if all the hustle matters when the only thing keeping me awake is the stress of keeping up. i joke that one day, i will just disappear, only to find my work's email inviting me to the “growt...
the way that i got into a full-on beef with a stranger over the dedication of a fan account is honestly wild. like, who do i think i am, arguing about a person who doesn't even know i exist? do i think this will somehow lead to a cosmic alignment where they see my tweets and recognize my name as a loyal supporter? it’s hilarious and a little sad that i sent myself an email after, detailing how i w...