yaar, matlab samjho na, scrolling through social media feels like watching a highlight reel of everyone’s successes while I’m still stuck in the loading screen, like my friends just bought houses and fancy cars, and I can’t even afford to fill my gas tank, it’s exhausting. I’m here making instant noodles for dinner while they’re off living their best lives in the Maldives, I feel like Sharma ji ka...
literally unsent a message meant for my crush, the barista with the dreamy smile and laugh that feels like warm sunshine. it was just about how her presence makes my mornings brighter. then I saw her reply and I panicked. now it’s even worse, she knows I was thinking about her but now I’ve acted like I wasn’t. it’s funny how I crave her energy but I keep drowning in my own stupid fears. am I ever ...
ever checked your family group chat and felt your stomach drop? i did that today, right after seeing that Emma Raducanu made it to the semis. good for her. meanwhile, my mom still thinks my PhD is just a “cute little hobby” while my cousins rattle off their perfect lives like trophies. I feel like a failure for not following the straight path. every family gathering feels like an interrogation. maybe if i just left everything behind, like some people seem to, i’d finally make them proud. #TennisScoresToday #FamilyPressure
ever checked your family group chat and felt your stomach drop? i did that today, right after seeing that Emma Raducanu made it to the semis. good for her. meanwhile, my mom still thinks my PhD is just a “cute little hobby” while my cousins rattle off their perfect lives like trophies. I feel like a failure for not following the straight path. every family gathering feels like an interrogation. maybe if i just left everything behind, like some people seem to, i’d finally make them proud. #TennisScoresToday #FamilyPressure
it’s not that I regret leaving my job—it’s just that at family gatherings, my parents ask how it’s going like I’m some sort of tortured artist living the dream. they don't understand the dream looks more like me wearing pajamas at noon, eating cereal while my phone buzzes with rejection emails. my cousins all have steady jobs, perfect homes, and they casually discuss stock options like it’s a lang...