yooo, just saw that Sheffield United lost to Middlesbrough. funny enough, I turned down this job that felt like a no-brainer, thinking it’d be just as easy as making a bet on Sheffield. now I’m watching someone else shine in that role, and honestly? part of me is like... I’m stuck in my little corner wondering if I’ll ever get the guts to actually go for it. all these “what if” moments keep piling...
yaar, honestly, when I saw the pistons won against the hornets, I literally felt like my life is just one massive brawl every day. matlab, just like the players getting kicked out, I'm getting kicked out of my own sanity, yaar. one moment I'm vibing, and the next moment my rent is due, my work feels like a fight, and everyone expects me to be like Sharma ji ka beta—successful and shining. koi samj...
not gonna lie, i once spent an entire family dinner pretending to love croquet because my parents always wanted me to be sporty like my cousin who just signed with a pro team. as everyone grilled me about my “passion,” i kept wishing i could talk about how much i actually just enjoy knitting tiny sweaters for my succulents in peace. somehow, i left that evening feeling like a world-class imposter in a life scripted by someone else, while my poor plants were out here just vibing in their crochet cozies.
not gonna lie, i once spent an entire family dinner pretending to love croquet because my parents always wanted me to be sporty like my cousin who just signed with a pro team. as everyone grilled me about my “passion,” i kept wishing i could talk about how much i actually just enjoy knitting tiny sweaters for my succulents in peace. somehow, i left that evening feeling like a world-class imposter in a life scripted by someone else, while my poor plants were out here just vibing in their crochet cozies.
wait, so i finally decided to stop giving my friend advice about their failing bakery. it hurts to watch them choose the same awful recipes, over and over, like they're in a twisted cooking show that only they are judging. sometimes i wonder if i’m the villain in their story for wanting better for them, or if they’re just too stubborn to admit their cupcake isn't rising because they forgot the egg...