it's not that i don't want to celebrate others' success. it's just that every time i see people i barely know bragging about new jobs, houses, or even buying ice cream shares, i feel this deep pit in my stomach. like how am i still stuck, scraping by? my coworkers throw around words like 'growth' while i pretend my throat isn’t closing up when they talk about investments. sometimes, when i'm alon...
you know, while everyone’s arguing over tasmania vs new south wales, i’m sitting here alone at a café, scrolling through messages from friends who’ve all turned into ghosts. nobody gets it. no one calls anymore when you’re just ‘fine,’ you know? hundred contacts on my phone but none who actually see me. just yesterday, i thought about texting my best friend, but then what’s the point? life feels l...
at family gatherings, it starts off simple enough, right? small talk about the weather, what everyone’s been up to—then, bam, I get hit with the classic “have you heard about cousin Jim?” like, oh yeah, he’s ‘doing so well’... i mean, I love that for him but do I gotta hear how he bought a house, a boat, and probably some exotic pet named ‘Gizmo’ every Thanksgiving? it’s like every other word is a comparison, and my mother’s sitting there giving me the ‘look,’ you know the one—like, come on, you could take a page out of Jim’s book, and i’m just over here like ‘yeah, I would, if only someone wrote a book on how to figure out life in your twenties without being followed by an aunt with a tape measure’... so I chuckle awkwardly while inside I'm screaming ‘what do you want me to do, juggle whi...
at family gatherings, it starts off simple enough, right? small talk about the weather, what everyone’s been up to—then, bam, I get hit with the classic “have you heard about cousin Jim?” like, oh yeah, he’s ‘doing so well’... i mean, I love that for him but do I gotta hear how he bought a house, a boat, and probably some exotic pet named ‘Gizmo’ every Thanksgiving? it’s like every other word is a comparison, and my mother’s sitting there giving me the ‘look,’ you know the one—like, come on, you could take a page out of Jim’s book, and i’m just over here like ‘yeah, I would, if only someone wrote a book on how to figure out life in your twenties without being followed by an aunt with a tape measure’... so I chuckle awkwardly while inside I'm screaming ‘what do you want me to do, juggle whi...
honestly, if I had just said "no" to that random third date with the guy who literally ordered six entrees for himself because "you only live once," maybe I'd be vibing with stability instead of refreshing news on the coforge share price while comparing it to how my love life keeps taking nosedives, right—like why am I suddenly rooting for shares to rebound while my own self-worth keeps crashing? ...