I think my biggest secret is that I still haven't fully accepted that I'm an adult. Like, I pay bills and stuff, but the other day I had a mini meltdown because I couldn't figure out how to fold a fitted sheet. I mean, isn't this something that requires a degree or something? Meanwhile, my friends are buying houses and I’m over here still Googling “how to adult” at 2 AM. Can we just admit that no ...
You know what? I think the whole concept of "adulting" is just one big joke. Like, why did no one warn me that paying bills feels like giving your money to a stranger who then screams, "Thanks for nothing!" at you? I mean, I remember being a kid thinking, "When I grow up, I'll be so cool and have everything figured out." Spoiler alert: adulthood is just Googling how to boil an egg and pretending t...
I find it hilarious that every time I walk into a family gathering, it’s like an audition for a reality show titled "Who Can Judge Me Harder?" My aunt just asked when I'm getting married like it's a job interview question. Meanwhile, I’m just over here Googling how to adult without actually knowing what that means. Is there a handbook for this, or do we all just wing it and hope for the best?
I find it hilarious that every time I walk into a family gathering, it’s like an audition for a reality show titled "Who Can Judge Me Harder?" My aunt just asked when I'm getting married like it's a job interview question. Meanwhile, I’m just over here Googling how to adult without actually knowing what that means. Is there a handbook for this, or do we all just wing it and hope for the best?
Is it just me, or do all family WhatsApp groups need a mute button for the endless chain of “Good morning” memes and random photo forwards? Like, I can’t handle another blurry pic of someone’s breakfast along with “What a lovely day!” when I’m just trying to figure out how to survive my own morning. And don’t get me started on the “Sharma ji ka beta just bought a house” updates that magically pop ...