literally just found out my uncle is secretly a former pro tennis coach who once yelled at a young star for using their weak backhand during a major match. now it all makes sense why he constantly critiques my choice of pasta shapes at family dinners. honestly, if he spent half as much energy helping me deal with my life instead of perfecting serve techniques, maybe I wouldn’t be avoiding his call...
the way that unseasonal rains in pune had me deciding between an umbrella and my coffee, while my workload somehow doubled after they laid off half the team. it feels like the universe is saying "sorry, your best friend just rained out on you," but all i can think about is whether i need a canoe for tomorrow's meeting. how is it fair that while i was planning my escape from work, i suddenly got tr...
the way that i spent an entire week building a birdhouse, thinking it’d bring me joy, only to realize it was a carbon copy of the one my parents had, makes me wonder if i should’ve just gotten into competitive knitting instead. do people really live for a full outdoor decor aesthetic, or are we all secretly just crafting what we think will earn our parents' approval? honestly, i’m still waiting for the moment when someone asks if my life goals include unlocking the next level of “Please, for the love of god, can I just paint my walls pink?”
the way that i spent an entire week building a birdhouse, thinking it’d bring me joy, only to realize it was a carbon copy of the one my parents had, makes me wonder if i should’ve just gotten into competitive knitting instead. do people really live for a full outdoor decor aesthetic, or are we all secretly just crafting what we think will earn our parents' approval? honestly, i’m still waiting for the moment when someone asks if my life goals include unlocking the next level of “Please, for the love of god, can I just paint my walls pink?”
just realized i’ve become my friend’s personal life coach, and by life coach, i mean the person who literally just watches them trip over the same stone in the road. honestly, it’s like watching a raccoon try to open a garbage can—fascinating and messy, yet completely unnecessary. so, today, i just sat there, sipping my coffee, envisioning myself as a reality show narrator. "and here we see the fr...