WhisperDog

Confessions: yoo, so here’s my embarrassing secret. i literally wrote a whole acceptance spee…

last night, i found myself scrolling through the news and saw the bomb threat in gurgaon. suddenly, i started imagining a dramatic escape scenario where i heroically save the day, only to remember i can't even save a microwave meal without setting off the smoke alarm. my funeral outfit is always pressed and ready, but now i'm thinking about the one occasion i might wear it if i keep pretending to ...

so, my friends invited me to this fancy dinner, and I totally declined. I didn’t want to admit I can’t afford it, so I told them I had "prior commitments." and then I read about the bomb threat at the schools. it kind of felt relatable, right? like, my anxiety is just as explosive when I see the price of avocado toast. just waiting for that moment to blow up, you know? #BombThreatGurgaon #LifeDeci...

yoo, so here’s my embarrassing secret. i literally wrote a whole acceptance speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for. like, who needs an enemy when you can beef with yourself, right? and the best part? i practiced it in the mirror, pretending the audience was full of people who were totally ignoring my existence in real life. imagine my surprise when the trophy for "Best Daydreamer" went to literally no one but me.

yoo, so here’s my embarrassing secret. i literally wrote a whole acceptance speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for. like, who needs an enemy when you can beef with yourself, right? and the best part? i practiced it in the mirror, pretending the audience was full of people who were totally ignoring my existence in real life. imagine my surprise when the trophy for "Best Daydreamer" went to literally no one but me.

honestly, i spent an entire day calculating how different my life would be if i actually picked a different hobby. like if i went for painting instead of trying to learn how to cook. now, here i am, with a mediocre stir-fry and watching the wild debate trading Jesper Wallstedt while secretly wishing my failures would just disappear too. at least i wouldn’t burn my hands on an oven that doesn't res...