it's 2am and i just watched another election debate online. while my family brags to neighbors about my "impressive" career, they have no idea i spent the whole day in bed, scrolling through videos of other people living their lives. yaar, matlab samjho na, kuchh nahi kar pa rahi hoon. life feels like one big performance where nobody understands the energy behind my mask. this election feels like ...
somewhere deep inside, i felt a wild joy when they spilled coffee all over their brand new suit — like, oh sweet karma, how’s it feel to be on the other side of a clumsy moment when you strutted around like a runway model in a universe of ordinary people? but i quickly squashed that with a mental note — we all stumble sometimes, but can we talk about how you make every mistake sound like a grand s...
it's not that i wanted another decorative pillow. it’s just that my mom said my cousin’s place was “so perfect” last weekend, and now all i see is the gap on my couch. i just wanted her to be proud. the guilt of not living up to her version of success hangs over me like that silly pillow. every family gathering is like a tournament, where the winner is whoever makes the most money and lives in the biggest house. here i am, with a pillow that is not even remotely functional, crying at the thought that they’d never see my struggle. #MichaelLevitt #familypressure
it's not that i wanted another decorative pillow. it’s just that my mom said my cousin’s place was “so perfect” last weekend, and now all i see is the gap on my couch. i just wanted her to be proud. the guilt of not living up to her version of success hangs over me like that silly pillow. every family gathering is like a tournament, where the winner is whoever makes the most money and lives in the biggest house. here i am, with a pillow that is not even remotely functional, crying at the thought that they’d never see my struggle. #MichaelLevitt #familypressure
not gonna lie, sometimes I find myself scrolling through our old photos while eating popcorn in my pajamas like it's a crime drama. family keeps dropping hints about my ex as if I'm auditioning for a heart-wrenching rom-com. meanwhile, I’m over here contemplating whether I should get back together with a plant because at least it won't talk about my dating failures at Thanksgiving.