WhisperDog

General: the way that my relatives act like they are getting free therapy comparing me to…

i keep checking social media for the jadwal persib liga 1 updates, not because i care about football, but because my coworkers won't shut up about it at the water cooler. like, do i even understand the offside rule? not at all. yet here i am, cramming the info so i can pretend to join the conversations—and all this while my last meal was three days ago because i couldn’t decide what to make, feari...

just realized that while everyone is cheering for karnataka, i'm over here with my friends debating whether it’s better to eat leftover pizza or admit i don’t even have a fridge anymore. like, i’ve been more stressed about where my next meal is coming from than whether rahul scored a century. it feels like choosing between living in a startup paradise and being stuck in a full-on survival drama. i...

the way that my relatives act like they are getting free therapy comparing me to my cousin who’s “doing so well” is honestly a circus act. like, i am over here just trying to remember what day it is, and meanwhile they’re counting my cousin’s vacation posts like it’s a bank statement. next time they bring it up, i might just tell them that all this cctv talk has me wondering if there are cameras trained on my unremarkable life too. #Cctv #Relatable

the way that my relatives act like they are getting free therapy comparing me to my cousin who’s “doing so well” is honestly a circus act. like, i am over here just trying to remember what day it is, and meanwhile they’re counting my cousin’s vacation posts like it’s a bank statement. next time they bring it up, i might just tell them that all this cctv talk has me wondering if there are cameras trained on my unremarkable life too. #Cctv #Relatable

I keep watching this cooking show even though the host burned cereal—yes, CEREAL. Everyone tells me to stop, but I swear he’s my spirit animal. I even created a whole playlist for my daydreams about being on that show, where we battle over toast. In the end, I’m always the one who gets sent home, not because I can’t cook, but because I insist on making microwave popcorn like I’m Gordon Ramsay.