ever felt like you're practicing your reactions to news that hasn’t happened yet? like when your friends start celebrating their ICC wins and you're just there, trying to conceal the mounting debt that feels like a sporting event itself? it’s like everyone thinks i’m making bank just because i can smile at a game, but really, i’m doing mental gymnastics, hoping i won’t bounce a check while pretend...
wait, yaaar, i thought finally getting a gym membership would make me feel like a real person, hai na? but here i am, staring at the app that tracks my workouts and wondering if i’m supposed to be in peak condition while also juggling a three-hour commute and zero time to breathe, matlab. all these fitness influencers posting about balance when i can barely balance my meal prep and laundry, the on...
bruh, i just saw this whole postal vote thing and all i could think was how many times i debated with myself about getting my own ballot in order before regretting it, yaar, matlab samjho na. meanwhile, i'm sitting here staring at my laptop, convincing myself that spending three hours on a single TikTok scroll is actually "self-care." like, can i even call myself a citizen when my idea of taking a stand is not opening my curtains for days? maybe if i could just mail my concerns instead of my votes... but, woah, who even reads those? #PostalVoteBd #ExistentialCrisis
bruh, i just saw this whole postal vote thing and all i could think was how many times i debated with myself about getting my own ballot in order before regretting it, yaar, matlab samjho na. meanwhile, i'm sitting here staring at my laptop, convincing myself that spending three hours on a single TikTok scroll is actually "self-care." like, can i even call myself a citizen when my idea of taking a stand is not opening my curtains for days? maybe if i could just mail my concerns instead of my votes... but, woah, who even reads those? #PostalVoteBd #ExistentialCrisis
yooo, the Olympic schedule dropped and suddenly it feels like my life is one big underwhelming event. everyone else is gearing up for grand performances while i'm over here trying to find a reason to get out of bed. my friends are hyped for winter sports while i’m still trapped in a job that feels more like curling than competing—mostly just sweeping up messes while no one’s cheering. honestly, i ...