the way that sometimes i’ll plan entire vacations in my head, sketching out perfect itineraries and ideal moments, just to feel the weight of not being anywhere at all. i love the thrill of it, yet i know the reality is never going to match my imaginary world, and somehow that makes it all the more bittersweet. #unrealizeddreams #lonelydaydreams
it's not that i hate family gatherings, it's just... when everyone starts asking about my job, it feels like an interrogation. i got laid off months ago and no one knows. my siblings are out here thriving while i'm eating instant noodles for dinner, and my parents think it’s just a phase. yaar, matlab samjho na, it's like every meeting feels like another opportunity for them to compare my failures...
wait. nobody talks about the panic of checking your fridge, knowing your dinner options are sad leftovers and old mustard. I open my wallet and it’s the same scene, empty except for a single crumpled receipt. everyone thinks I have it together, but I’m just good at acting like my cereal box is a gourmet meal.
wait. nobody talks about the panic of checking your fridge, knowing your dinner options are sad leftovers and old mustard. I open my wallet and it’s the same scene, empty except for a single crumpled receipt. everyone thinks I have it together, but I’m just good at acting like my cereal box is a gourmet meal.
no because I just read that Joe Rogan drama, and suddenly I'm reflecting on my own choices like — what have I been doing? I spent all this time aiming for a job that sounds impressive, but am I just chasing validation? do I really want to sit in endless meetings listening to people with no sense of humor discussing quarterly projections? I can't even remember the last time I genuinely enjoyed anyt...