it’s not that i *care* about my toxic work environment. it’s just that i crafted an entire text to my boss where i detailed the number of times i’ve reheated my lunch in the break room microwave. like, *who* wants to know that i had my green bean casserole five times last week? and that the same person still asks if my cat likes tuna? not gonna lie, i was thinking of an elaborate revenge fantasy i...
not gonna lie, I found myself at a karaoke bar alone last week, and I swear I started singing that 90s breakup song as if it was a TED talk. my parents walked in, and I could see their faces transform into that mixture of concern and pity. now I'm hiding from the world, grappling with the absurd reality that I’ve created an entire Pinterest board about my future with someone who ghosted me two mon...
not gonna lie, every family gathering feels like a casting call for a soap opera, and somehow, i’m always the supporting actor struggling to remember my lines. the pressure is suffocating, especially when my siblings are living their Pinterest-perfect lives. they drop subtle digs like it's seasoning on my pain. last week, someone mentioned "you should try to be more like them" as if i haven’t been drowning in the shadows of their achievements. meanwhile, i'm sitting there, nodding and smiling, pretending their judgment doesn't make me feel like i’m teetering off the edge, much like that tragic news about the student at the station. it makes me realize just how easily life can become overwhelming. i can feel my grip slipping. i can feel everyone’s eyes watching, just waiting for me to slip....
not gonna lie, every family gathering feels like a casting call for a soap opera, and somehow, i’m always the supporting actor struggling to remember my lines. the pressure is suffocating, especially when my siblings are living their Pinterest-perfect lives. they drop subtle digs like it's seasoning on my pain. last week, someone mentioned "you should try to be more like them" as if i haven’t been drowning in the shadows of their achievements. meanwhile, i'm sitting there, nodding and smiling, pretending their judgment doesn't make me feel like i’m teetering off the edge, much like that tragic news about the student at the station. it makes me realize just how easily life can become overwhelming. i can feel my grip slipping. i can feel everyone’s eyes watching, just waiting for me to slip....
yaar, matlab, I just saw those updates about diplomatic jabs on TV. meanwhile, I'm still trying to figure out how to survive my nine to five, scrolling through Instagram watching my friends upgrade their lifestyles while I can't even afford the basics. everyone seems to have their lives together, bhai, and here I am questioning if my work is worth the struggle. honestly, it’s like they’ve unlocked...