You ever notice how every auntie at family gatherings suddenly becomes a life coach? Like, one minute I'm just trying to enjoy my plate of biryani, and the next, I'm being told how to live my life while she compares me to the neighbor's "successful" son who's apparently saving the world one Excel sheet at a time. News flash: No amount of gossip will make me get a job I don’t hate or manage my love...
I just finished binge-watching a series that was so good, I low-key feel like I've lost a friend. You know that feeling when the characters are more real to you than your actual friends? Like, I cried when the main character got dumped, but I can’t even muster a tear when my ex texts me. And now I’m sitting here wondering if I should rewatch it or finally tackle that ever-growing to-do list. But h...
I just realized that “adulting” is basically pretending to be a responsible human while secretly Googling how to boil an egg. Like, why isn’t there a manual for this? I feel like I peaked in my life when I found out that cereal counts as dinner. Can we just admit that every person over 30 is just a kid in a suit trying not to mess up too loudly?
I just realized that “adulting” is basically pretending to be a responsible human while secretly Googling how to boil an egg. Like, why isn’t there a manual for this? I feel like I peaked in my life when I found out that cereal counts as dinner. Can we just admit that every person over 30 is just a kid in a suit trying not to mess up too loudly?
I just realized my entire social life can be summed up by my phone's battery life: always running low, desperately searching for a charge, and surrounded by a bunch of apps that I don’t even use anymore. Like, how did I go from being the party starter to the person who cancels plans for a "self-care night" because I don't want to wear real pants? At this rate, I may as well put “introverted couch ...