it’s 2 am and i just saw akshaye khanna trending, reminding me of all those rom-coms where love stories magically tie up in an hour and a half. matlab, yaar, while he’s getting a new series, i’m still trying to figure out how to adult while my exes post wedding photos like they’re in some lifetime special. kuch toh khud ko question karna padega, right? like did i invest so much into others that no...
it’s not that I’m drowning in stress—it’s just that I literally have conversations in my head about being financially stable while hiding credit card bills in an old cereal box, like some sort of adult scavenger hunt. I put on my best “I’ve got it all figured out” smile at gatherings while internally wondering if anyone else can hear my stomach growling like a sad, empty wallet. I convince myself ...
does anyone else feel like family gatherings are just a long game of "let's see how many ways we can remind you of your shortcomings"? there I am, dodging questions about why I’m not a doctor like my cousin who has a full-time job in neurology and also won a national baking contest. I stand there holding a drink that I had to pour just to avoid small talk while my mom’s eyes say, “you could’ve done better.” I sometimes think about starting a cooking blog just to prove I’m not a total failure, but then I realize that even the muffins I burned last week have higher expectations than I do.
does anyone else feel like family gatherings are just a long game of "let's see how many ways we can remind you of your shortcomings"? there I am, dodging questions about why I’m not a doctor like my cousin who has a full-time job in neurology and also won a national baking contest. I stand there holding a drink that I had to pour just to avoid small talk while my mom’s eyes say, “you could’ve done better.” I sometimes think about starting a cooking blog just to prove I’m not a total failure, but then I realize that even the muffins I burned last week have higher expectations than I do.
literally just made eye contact with a stranger at the corner market. now I am mentally planning a wedding, complete with a Pinterest board full of napkin designs that are way too fancy for someone who can barely boil water. honestly, I’m convinced that one split second was a cosmic sign that my entire life is about to change. meanwhile, I just stepped on a piece of gum and remembered that I can’t...