i was binge-watching the latest T20 highlights, marveling at quinton de kock’s effortless swing, while my laundry sat untouched. funny how my favorite player gets cheers, but at my job, the only things getting raised are eyebrows during budget cuts. one day, i might take a swing too, but until then, i’m stuck playing outfield in the game of life. #QuintonDeKock #existentialcrisis
it's 3am and i’m scrolling through my life choices, literally questioning if i should send a daily text to the universe asking for better luck. then i find out about the 8th pay commission and instantly imagine a new me in some alternate reality where my salary doesn’t equal a sad emoji. checked my friend's phone while they were asleep to see if they were getting paid more than me. turns out, they...
I think if you borrow a half-eaten sandwich from someone and it takes two years to return it, you should have to undergo a formal review process. I mean, how does one just FORGET they owe a sandwich? What kind of unhinged alternate reality are we living in? At this point, I want an apology letter, complete with a sandwich-shaped certificate of gratitude for not contacting the sandwich police.
I think if you borrow a half-eaten sandwich from someone and it takes two years to return it, you should have to undergo a formal review process. I mean, how does one just FORGET they owe a sandwich? What kind of unhinged alternate reality are we living in? At this point, I want an apology letter, complete with a sandwich-shaped certificate of gratitude for not contacting the sandwich police.
have you ever had a conversation that makes you question your life choices? my mom literally asked when i’m having kids again, and honestly, i had to remind her that the last time i checked, my dating life resembles a forgotten science project—growing some bizarre fungi but zero viable options. so now, i'm standing there, awkwardly chewing on a carrot stick, trying to look mature while dodging the...