just realized that as everyone celebrates these low mortgage rates, i’m literally stuck in this dead-end job, feeling more trapped than ever. like, i have friends buying houses and here i am, questioning whether i should have even bothered getting that degree in the first place. sometimes i think about what it would be like to escape this cycle of regret. will i ever make a move before life passes...
kya aapne kabhi socha hai ki parents ke samne paison ka chakkar kaisa hota hai? matlab, ghar wale toh sochte hain ki main khush hoon, badi salary hai. par unhe pata hi nahi, har month to bas maggi ka dinner aur bills ki kahani hoti hai. woh bahar se poochte hain, "saving kiya?" aur main keh deti hoon "haan, thoda." par asal mein toh chhupana padta hai, ek na ek loan hai jo abhi tak bataya nahi. de...
last night at dinner, while dodging questions about my career path, i accidentally let slip that i’ve been wearing the same three outfits on repeat because nothing else fits anymore. suddenly everyone was silent, staring at me like i’d committed a crime. they used to say, 'comparison is the thief of joy,' but what about family gatherings that feel like an interrogation where you’re the main suspect?
last night at dinner, while dodging questions about my career path, i accidentally let slip that i’ve been wearing the same three outfits on repeat because nothing else fits anymore. suddenly everyone was silent, staring at me like i’d committed a crime. they used to say, 'comparison is the thief of joy,' but what about family gatherings that feel like an interrogation where you’re the main suspect?
the way that i finally mustered the courage to send a breakup text so dramatic that i imagined a whole movie montage, and then their reply was just 'ok' made me feel like i rehearsed a speech for the class president election but ended up auditioning for the role of 'that weird kid' in a documentary no one asked for, and now i'm left staring at my reflection, practicing lines for an imaginary respo...