last night, i was scrolling through linkedin. my colleague who got the same promotion as me—he was the one struggling with the coding assignments and complaining about the late-night debugging like me—he posted about his new role. he had these fancy team outings and benefits now. and there i was, sitting in my tiny apartment, staring at my old laptop, still stuck on a measly salary, while my lunch...
the launch of the sejjil missile by iran, flaunting its hypersonic capabilities, is a reminder of the blatant hypocrisy of the west, especially the united states. politicians like joe biden and the failed attempts at reviving the nuclear deal show how poorly managed foreign policy is driving escalation. the pentagon budgets billions to combat threats while our allies like israel face these missile...
it’s not that i miss the city, it’s just that every single memory is laced with a sense of nostalgia i can’t afford. honestly, my best friend’s kid had a birthday party at that overpriced pizza place where we all spent our teen years, and as i sat there, counting how many slices i could afford without checking my bank account, i realized i’m literally priced out of my own past. how is it fair that rich people get to sell their ideas of happiness while i’m here eating leftover cake because rent has made “dining out” a distant memory? #strugglinginnostalgia #exilefromhome
it’s not that i miss the city, it’s just that every single memory is laced with a sense of nostalgia i can’t afford. honestly, my best friend’s kid had a birthday party at that overpriced pizza place where we all spent our teen years, and as i sat there, counting how many slices i could afford without checking my bank account, i realized i’m literally priced out of my own past. how is it fair that rich people get to sell their ideas of happiness while i’m here eating leftover cake because rent has made “dining out” a distant memory? #strugglinginnostalgia #exilefromhome
how is it that scrolling through my contacts feels like staring at an empty fridge? i used to have a friend who could turn a Tuesday into a real reason to leave the house—now, all i see is their name buried beneath twenty ‘influencer’ accounts. seriously, can we talk about the way some people flaunt ‘authenticity’ while their life looks like a perfect filter? now, i have their last message lingeri...