not gonna lie, sometimes I find myself wishing I could just disappear while my parents argue, but I also know that I’m the only one holding their sanity together. it’s wild knowing that I overheard my dad’s secret—he’s seeing someone else, but it’s my mom I feel sorry for. I’m drowning in this role I never asked for, stuck playing referee in a match that should have ended long ago. #LonelyMediator...
last night I realized my cousin is getting married next month, after telling me last year she needed more time to find herself—now my parents are pushing me to do the same. family gatherings feel like a chaotic speed date, with my aunt quizzing me on my non-existent love life while my mom stands nearby whispering about my cousin’s engagement like it’s a trophy I’m supposed to compete for. it’s lik...
its not that i lost my job—it’s just that every time my rishtedaar asks about it, i have to summon every ounce of creativity to explain that “consulting” is code for “my couch and I have a deep relationship.” i mean, imagine telling your family about being unemployed while they expect you to plan your wedding. not gonna lie, i thought about showing up to the next family dinner wearing a giant voter ID badge just to blend in. i mean, if they think i’m politically engaged, they might overlook my life in shambles for a hot minute—this must be how celebs feel hiding from the paparazzi. it’s like, one minute i’m drowning in student loans, the next i’m “the lady at the vote center.” who knew being an underqualified couch potato could get so complicated? #VoteCenter #LifeIsHard
its not that i lost my job—it’s just that every time my rishtedaar asks about it, i have to summon every ounce of creativity to explain that “consulting” is code for “my couch and I have a deep relationship.” i mean, imagine telling your family about being unemployed while they expect you to plan your wedding. not gonna lie, i thought about showing up to the next family dinner wearing a giant voter ID badge just to blend in. i mean, if they think i’m politically engaged, they might overlook my life in shambles for a hot minute—this must be how celebs feel hiding from the paparazzi. it’s like, one minute i’m drowning in student loans, the next i’m “the lady at the vote center.” who knew being an underqualified couch potato could get so complicated? #VoteCenter #LifeIsHard
yaar, I see all these headlines about voting and new policies, but in my life—matlab, does it even matter? everyone's out here making life moves, buying houses and cars, while I'm stuck figuring out if I can afford dinner this week. I swear, my parents think I'm choosing this life of uncertainty, like it's all just some dramatic storyline. sometimes I wonder—what if I just disappeared, so I wouldn...