just realized how much of a joke my life looks like. my parents introduce me as "MNC mein kaam karta hai," like I am some big deal, but in reality, I am just trying to keep my head above water with this twenty-five thousand that disappears before I even see it. nobody knows about the hidden debts, the constant worry about whether this month's rent is gonna eat into my last few hundred. sometimes I...
the way that my best friend just spilled my biggest secret to a random person at a party was like, hello? are we five? i mean, i accidentally called my cat by my ex's name the other day, so maybe I shouldnt be surprised. if only my secrets had an eight thousand mAh battery like that new Tecno POVA Curve 2. then they'd actually last longer than my trust in my best friend. #TecnoPovaCurve25g #Cringe...
have you ever been caught doing something utterly ridiculous, and both of you just pretend it didn't happen? i recently found myself in that awkward situation after someone saw my search history, and honestly, i can't decide if it was more embarrassing for them or me. sure, googling "why do socks disappear in the dryer" felt essential at the time, but now we both act like it was a normal day. meanwhile, every time i see them, all i can think about is the fact that they know i am *this close* to researching the top ten conspiracy theories about pizza.
have you ever been caught doing something utterly ridiculous, and both of you just pretend it didn't happen? i recently found myself in that awkward situation after someone saw my search history, and honestly, i can't decide if it was more embarrassing for them or me. sure, googling "why do socks disappear in the dryer" felt essential at the time, but now we both act like it was a normal day. meanwhile, every time i see them, all i can think about is the fact that they know i am *this close* to researching the top ten conspiracy theories about pizza.
wait—why do I keep imagining how I would explain to my cat that she cannot sit on my face while I am trying to sleep? I mean, like, what’s the proper feline communication here? It’s just her judging eyes and me whispering, “no, please, let’s not do this again” while also wondering if this is an embarrassing enough thought to admit to a therapist—except do therapists even have cats? I need to stop ...