घर वाले समझते नहीं कि ये 98 परसेंट भी मेरे लिए फेल्योर है और मुझे ये हमेशा डराता है कि मैं कभी भी उनके उम्मीदों पर खरा नहीं उतर पाऊंगा.
i just made this insane dinner that was way better than i thought it would be, like i was bracing for a disaster—cooking is usually a disaster for me— but it turned out perfect and now i feel like i can do anything, so what do i do with this confidence, do i actually have to keep cooking?
so my kid gets expelled and now i am the proud parent of a delinquent with an advanced degree in “you gotta be kidding me” from the school of bureaucratic nonsense, and all the other parents are giving me the same look they reserve for when their dog eats a shoe. i never knew a paperwork trail could have me questioning if this is a punishment or a degree program in avoiding adult responsibilities, honestly it's like a game show but the prize is anxiety.
so my kid gets expelled and now i am the proud parent of a delinquent with an advanced degree in “you gotta be kidding me” from the school of bureaucratic nonsense, and all the other parents are giving me the same look they reserve for when their dog eats a shoe. i never knew a paperwork trail could have me questioning if this is a punishment or a degree program in avoiding adult responsibilities, honestly it's like a game show but the prize is anxiety.
i regret not writing down all the stories my grandmother told me when i was little. now every time i remember her voice it feels like a song fading away, like i should have preserved it somehow, and i just… didn’t.