the way that people celebrate new beginnings. jaise sab kuch perfect hota hai. my best friend got married, and suddenly, it's like they forgot me. sab log kahte hain, “it's a new chapter.” but mera chapter to wahi hai, shadi se pehle. unki wedding pictures dekh ke laga - I am just another page in someone else’s story. every day I miss the laugh we had, or the plans we made. par kya koi actually su...
the way that airline liquidation keeps making headlines reminds me of my life choices. i just spent my last bit of cash on gourmet coffee and new shoes while my fridge looks like a ghost town. who needs to eat when you can have a closet full of stuff you wear once, right? the worst part? now i’m debating whether to buy frozen veggies or risk it all on takeout again. hashtag priorities. #AirlineLiq...
the way that I got way too invested in my neighbor’s heated argument over lawn care — like, who knew grass could spark such deep-seated rage? — so there I was, peering through my curtains, holding a bag of expired chips like it was the last bit of popcorn at a movie, rooting for the guy who wanted to mow in stripes. it got so intense, I actually imagined what would happen if they called the cops, and in my head, I was the witness they desperately needed. I had a whole narrative planned—detective by day, lawn therapist by night—until my cat walked in, meowed, and knocked over the chips. it's hard to feel important when the most action you’ve had is during a turf war — in your mind, while hiding behind floral drapes.
the way that I got way too invested in my neighbor’s heated argument over lawn care — like, who knew grass could spark such deep-seated rage? — so there I was, peering through my curtains, holding a bag of expired chips like it was the last bit of popcorn at a movie, rooting for the guy who wanted to mow in stripes. it got so intense, I actually imagined what would happen if they called the cops, and in my head, I was the witness they desperately needed. I had a whole narrative planned—detective by day, lawn therapist by night—until my cat walked in, meowed, and knocked over the chips. it's hard to feel important when the most action you’ve had is during a turf war — in your mind, while hiding behind floral drapes.
day 22 of watching my exes tie the knot, and i can't even afford a cheap pizza for dinner. as i scroll through their wedding posts, i imagine a future where i suddenly win the lottery and show up in a ball gown, only to tell them i’m too busy for a plus one anyway. the real kicker? deep down, i know it’s probably easier to find a million dollars than someone to love me like they found each other. ...