honestly, the T20 World Cup news about Anthony Mosca got me thinking about my life decisions. while he’s out there playing cricket and living this whole story of success, I’m still trying to figure out how to cook an edible meal for myself without burning something down. family just sees this flashy success and forgets I can barely manage a two-minute noodle, which is obviously nothing compared to...
i was just trying to find some peace playing my video game after another long day at work, right? then my phone blew up with my family's group chat talking about like, the glory and macarthur match like they were strategizing world domination. the chaos was literally more stressful than anything my boss could throw at me. then my aunt asked if anyone had seen my cousin's kid’s latest drawing, and ...
i was just sitting there, eating a slice of this oddly amazing pizza, thinking — why do we even have toppings? i mean, is the base of bread not enough? but then my mind spiraled — and now i’m questioning the very foundation of societal norms. like, who decided we needed olives? and suddenly, i feel guilty for thinking maybe — just maybe — there’s a secret society of pizza makers who want to hide the truth from us, that the perfect pizza is just cheese and sauce. so now i’m wondering — am i missing out, or am i just meant to be a cheese pizza enthusiast forever?
i was just sitting there, eating a slice of this oddly amazing pizza, thinking — why do we even have toppings? i mean, is the base of bread not enough? but then my mind spiraled — and now i’m questioning the very foundation of societal norms. like, who decided we needed olives? and suddenly, i feel guilty for thinking maybe — just maybe — there’s a secret society of pizza makers who want to hide the truth from us, that the perfect pizza is just cheese and sauce. so now i’m wondering — am i missing out, or am i just meant to be a cheese pizza enthusiast forever?
i saw the news about moonis alvi resigning. funny, because last week i looked up a million ways to escape my dead-end job. my browser history is just a mess of “how to disappear without a trace” mixed with “latest resignation news.” i wish i could be that bold. instead, here i am, going through the motions, pretending to be okay, while secretly wishing someone would notice the cracks. will i ever ...