why is it that every family gathering feels like a live performance review, with each of my relatives taking turns comparing me to my overachieving cousins — like, sorry for not having a side hustle that also cures world hunger? they ask me when i'm finally going to find my "true passion" and i’m sitting there like—who decided my entire existence needs a plot twist every six months? and then they ...
it's not that i’m bad with money, it’s just that i spend it on distractions like they’re the solution. bought another tiny plant today because it feels more alive than i do—tried to decorate my space with things that don’t need me. meanwhile, the one thing i need—a solid plan for my life—keeps slipping through my fingers like that race no one talks about. picabo street’s fierce spirit reminds me o...
family gatherings feel less like a celebration and more like an interrogation chamber where everyone asks when you are finally going to “get your life together.” you sit there, nodding and pretending to be interested while secretly wondering how your cousins’ mediocre lives seem to have everything figured out. honestly, i just want to show up in sweatpants and a blanket and tell everyone that their unsolicited advice is killing me softly, but instead, i smile and laugh while feeling like the family disappointment who forgot how to adult.
family gatherings feel less like a celebration and more like an interrogation chamber where everyone asks when you are finally going to “get your life together.” you sit there, nodding and pretending to be interested while secretly wondering how your cousins’ mediocre lives seem to have everything figured out. honestly, i just want to show up in sweatpants and a blanket and tell everyone that their unsolicited advice is killing me softly, but instead, i smile and laugh while feeling like the family disappointment who forgot how to adult.
do you ever feel like you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet? everyone around me is having life-altering breakthroughs, but here i am, still trying to remember where i left my phone for the third time this week. sometimes, it feels like i’m stuck in a slow lane while everyone else is racing towards greatness. they’ve got plans, accomplishments, and bright futures, and i’m just trying to...