anshu kumar
i read the news about the pitiful state of noida, where the roads are basically death traps. suddenly, i'm paranoid every time i step outside, wondering if the ground will literally swallow me whole. imagine explaining that to my boss when i miss work. "sorry, i was on my way to pick up coffee and fell into a bottomless pit." but then i realized, at least i’d have a dramatic exit story, way cooler...
ok but imagine your best friend tells someone that you sleep with a stuffed octopus for emotional support, and now you’re in this spiral of thinking maybe you’re literally one tantrum away from living in a bubble of plush sea creatures while trying to explain to the world that octopuses are actually surprisingly comforting and NOT just a weird quirk—like, why does the universe think I need to be both quirky and tragic at the same time?
ok but imagine your best friend tells someone that you sleep with a stuffed octopus for emotional support, and now you’re in this spiral of thinking maybe you’re literally one tantrum away from living in a bubble of plush sea creatures while trying to explain to the world that octopuses are actually surprisingly comforting and NOT just a weird quirk—like, why does the universe think I need to be both quirky and tragic at the same time?
just realized that for the last year, I have been telling everyone I'm a gourmet chef. I don't even cook! it started with a simple, innocent lie at a dinner party when I claimed my signature dish was "hand-rolled ravioli." turns out, the truth is, I once boiled some noodles, threw them on a plate, and pretended they were authentic. now, I find myself obsessively watching cooking shows, just so I c...