yaar, you know that feeling when family gatherings turn into an interrogation session? matlab, while everyone is comparing their amazing salaries abroad, I am just sitting there, drowning in loans and trying not to roll my eyes. every question feels like a dagger; “bhai, savings kahan hain?” while my cousin flexes their beach photos. no one gets how hard it is. I keep thinking, when do I get to be...
the way that I casually named my future cats with someone I spoke to once—like we really shared that moment, right? it was a whole thing—picking out names like we were planning a life together when in reality, I can’t even remember their last name. and now I think about it sometimes—wondering if I’m destined to have imaginary cats in a universe that doesn’t exist because I said their names aloud o...
so like, you ever realize that the office bathroom is basically the only place you can scroll through your phone without getting side-eyed? it’s a sacred ritual at this point, you know? i sit there, staring at my screen while listening to the same elevator music that haunts my nightmares, praying nobody knocks and that i don’t actually run into anyone with a smile that says “how’s your day going?” i just want to be like, “oh you know, just practicing for my next performance as the world’s best fake adult while my finances laugh in my face.”
so like, you ever realize that the office bathroom is basically the only place you can scroll through your phone without getting side-eyed? it’s a sacred ritual at this point, you know? i sit there, staring at my screen while listening to the same elevator music that haunts my nightmares, praying nobody knocks and that i don’t actually run into anyone with a smile that says “how’s your day going?” i just want to be like, “oh you know, just practicing for my next performance as the world’s best fake adult while my finances laugh in my face.”
it’s not that I don’t have dreams, it’s just that sometimes I find myself measuring how long it would take to save up for a ridiculously elaborate costume for a comic-con that I might never attend, and when I calculate it out, the number of months feels like decades, and I can't help but wonder if I'll ever break free from this spiral of “when I have the time,” or “once I get my life together,” an...