I recently went on a long-awaited vacation trip that promised to be relaxing. Instead, I ended up in an Airbnb where the shower ran hotter than a sauna and the Wi-Fi was slower than my grandma's texting skills. Can we talk about how traveling is basically just a series of awkward interactions with strangers and finding out that you don’t actually know how to read a map? I thought I’d come back zen...
So, I’ve been thinking… why do we always act like we need some grand plan for our lives when the truth is, most of us are just winging it with a coffee in one hand and a snack in the other? Seriously, I Googled “what’s my life purpose” and got a million self-help articles about meditation and journaling. But let’s be real, if my mental health depended on writing down my feelings, I’d be working at...
I’m starting to think my life is just a long series of 'I just want to fit in' moments. Like, I’ll spend an entire week planning the perfect outfit for a friend’s wedding, only to show up and feel like an extra in a Bollywood movie because everyone else looks SO glamorous. Meanwhile, I’m over here channeling “desi auntie chic”—who knew that was a thing? And don’t get me started on that awkward small talk with relatives I haven’t seen since I was a kid. “Oh, you're still single? How’s that going?” As if I wasn’t already questioning my life choices. Honestly, can I just fast forward to the buffet?
I’m starting to think my life is just a long series of 'I just want to fit in' moments. Like, I’ll spend an entire week planning the perfect outfit for a friend’s wedding, only to show up and feel like an extra in a Bollywood movie because everyone else looks SO glamorous. Meanwhile, I’m over here channeling “desi auntie chic”—who knew that was a thing? And don’t get me started on that awkward small talk with relatives I haven’t seen since I was a kid. “Oh, you're still single? How’s that going?” As if I wasn’t already questioning my life choices. Honestly, can I just fast forward to the buffet?
I genuinely think that adulting is just a series of increasingly complex problems that can only be solved by Googling “how to adult” and praying for the best. Like, why did nobody warn us that laundry would become a weekly game of "what's that smell?" or that cooking means you're basically playing a high-stakes game of "will this explode?" I swear, every time I step into the kitchen, I channel an ...