wait, i just found out my coworker who always acted like they were the office's golden child flopped a project they pitched as 'revolutionary.' like, i’ve googled symptoms and assumed the worst for my own mistakes, but this? this feels like divine justice. it was like watching a penalty shootout; i was praying for the miss and then BAM, they faceplanted harder than i did when i tripped over my own...
yooo, just remembered i was supposed to ask my parents about that family gathering like three weeks ago, and honestly, now it feels like this whole thing is just a setup for them to compare me to my siblings again. my cousins will literally throw in their achievements like they're handing out trophies while i sit there, sweating through it, trying to come up with a response that won’t literally di...
it's 3am and I keep replaying my cousin's wedding in my mind. everyone was buzzing about career milestones and home ownership. meanwhile, I felt like I was sitting in a room full of trophies that I never won. it's hard to explain to my parents that my life is valid even without the shiny accomplishments they obsess over. every family gathering feels like a quiz show, and I'm always the contestant who didn't study. I should have spoken up long ago, but now it feels too late.
it's 3am and I keep replaying my cousin's wedding in my mind. everyone was buzzing about career milestones and home ownership. meanwhile, I felt like I was sitting in a room full of trophies that I never won. it's hard to explain to my parents that my life is valid even without the shiny accomplishments they obsess over. every family gathering feels like a quiz show, and I'm always the contestant who didn't study. I should have spoken up long ago, but now it feels too late.
not gonna lie, i used to think adulthood meant making decisions, but it’s really just about perfecting the art of avoiding eye contact with the barista while counting how many pennies i have left, like i’m trying to remember if i should actually buy a coffee or just drink water for the third day in a row. i’m like, if only my existential crisis could be paid in exposure, i’d be rich.