last night, I had a realization—after five years of pouring my soul into a company that would replace me with a new intern faster than I can find matching socks. I thought loyalty was a virtue until I found out they keep a cardboard cutout of me by the coffee machine, so new hires think they’re meeting the office mascot. surprise, it's just me.
it's not that i forgot about those subscriptions. it's just that somehow, i am a proud owner of four different streaming services AND a meditation app. every month, i tell myself i’m investing in my happiness. then i see the news about stephen miller, and suddenly my financial wellness looks more like a public relations nightmare. i mean, if i’m being robbed, i prefer it to at least be entertainin...
last night, I realized that all the adults around me are literally just faking it. like, I’m over here getting a panic attack about the “urgent” email I need to respond to, while they’re sipping coffee and plotting their next 'team-building' adventure as if they're not seconds away from existential dread themselves. honestly, if I don’t get promoted soon, I might just join a cricket team in a parallel universe where my only concern is “भारत बनाम न्यूजीलैंड टी20 सीरीज 2026” because at least there, the chaos is entertaining. but seriously, what if I find out they’re just playing a massive game of pretend? #202026 #worknightmare
last night, I realized that all the adults around me are literally just faking it. like, I’m over here getting a panic attack about the “urgent” email I need to respond to, while they’re sipping coffee and plotting their next 'team-building' adventure as if they're not seconds away from existential dread themselves. honestly, if I don’t get promoted soon, I might just join a cricket team in a parallel universe where my only concern is “भारत बनाम न्यूजीलैंड टी20 सीरीज 2026” because at least there, the chaos is entertaining. but seriously, what if I find out they’re just playing a massive game of pretend? #202026 #worknightmare
not gonna lie, I found myself staring at their old Instagram pictures at 2 a.m. again—yeah, you know, the ones from that summer we went hiking, and I swear, I can still smell the sunscreen. so I created a playlist called "remember us?"—full of sad love songs and cringy poetry I’m convinced they would love if only they were still speaking to me. then I catch myself playing it on repeat, singing lik...