life is a T20 match, yaar, and right now, I feel like I'm still in the dugout while everyone else is playing. ghar wale bas samjhte nahi ke mein kahan hoon. pretending everything is fine when I can barely make ends meet feels like a joke. as the world celebrates cricket, I keep getting bombarded with questions about jobs I don’t have anymore. every "are you okay?" stings like a fast bowler's bounc...
wait, so while everyone at the reunion is flexing their promotions, yaar, I'm just sitting there, sipping on this weird punch, wondering when I will finally escape the clutches of my same old job since twenty nineteen. matlab, my cousin is talking about his salary while I'm trying to explain why my side hustle of making custom socks is “totally gonna take off.” and then they start discussing the P...
lmao, so there i was, trying to sound all deep and intellectual in the group chat, and i hearted my own message by accident, right? now i can’t decide if i should just own it like i’m in love with my own wisdom, or ignore it and hope nobody ever notices the weirdness of me being my biggest fan. the chaos of life really boils down to me accidentally self-affirming in the group, huh? epic.
lmao, so there i was, trying to sound all deep and intellectual in the group chat, and i hearted my own message by accident, right? now i can’t decide if i should just own it like i’m in love with my own wisdom, or ignore it and hope nobody ever notices the weirdness of me being my biggest fan. the chaos of life really boils down to me accidentally self-affirming in the group, huh? epic.
ok but I literally said no to going to a three-hour long lecture on cheese because I thought I had better things to do— like reorganize my sock drawer or something—but now I am sitting here wondering why I didn’t just say yes to a room full of cheese enthusiasts. honestly, how did I manage to avoid discussing the subtle nuances of gouda versus cheddar with strangers? what even is my life. #FOMO #C...