ngl, i’ve really embraced the fact that in my culture, we can have a three-hour debate over who has the most ungrateful baby in the neighborhood. like, isn't that better than discussing tax returns? but honestly, when the punchline is your neighbor's baby just throws tantrums for the sole purpose of showing off their lung capacity, it hits different.
my music app suggested i needed therapy after listening to whale sounds mixed with 90s grunge—so now i’m stuck in my room feeling attacked by Spotify’s emotional intelligence. it sent me a motivational playlist titled “you’re not alone” when really, i just miss the days when my biggest issue was a low battery on my cassette Walkman. now i’m convinced it can hear my thoughts—should probably stop po...
honestly, i think it's kind of comforting that my culture holds ceremonies for literally everything – like a month after your cat's birthday, there's a gathering for its favorite toy. so there i was, waiting for the party, realizing my parents literally prepared a roast – like, an actual roast – to celebrate Mr. Fluffy’s sentimental attachment to that raggedy ball. the best part? no one even invited me to the roast. #culturallandmarks #notquiteasplendid
honestly, i think it's kind of comforting that my culture holds ceremonies for literally everything – like a month after your cat's birthday, there's a gathering for its favorite toy. so there i was, waiting for the party, realizing my parents literally prepared a roast – like, an actual roast – to celebrate Mr. Fluffy’s sentimental attachment to that raggedy ball. the best part? no one even invited me to the roast. #culturallandmarks #notquiteasplendid
so i literally heard sirens for 10 minutes and just watched out the window, convinced they were after me for not knowing the CUET UG syllabus, like how many universities does one person need to avoid? turns out they were just chasing a runaway ice cream truck—now i know why kids scream. #Cuet #SyllabusSurvival