wait, the whole "Pak vs India match time" got me thinking about family expectations and how I’m always measured against Sharma ji ka beta, you know? it’s like everyone else is a rocket scientist and I’m here still trying to find my way through life. अब ये मैच देखकर याद आया कि मेरा खुद का कोई मैच नहीं हो रहा, क्योंकि घर वाले सिर्फ ये देखते हैं कि मैं कितना ‘कमाया’ हूं। #PakVsIndiaMatchTime #Expecta...
i sometimes wonder if the only reason people come to my gatherings is for the free food and drinks. i watch them laugh and share stories, but deep down, i know they don’t see me. just a backdrop to their lives... an easy place to lean when they need a laugh, then vanish into the ether when things get real. i can’t remember the last time anyone checked on me when they weren't asking for something. ...
the way that the news about those Epstein files made me realize just how lost I’ve been in my bubble—like I’m out here picking which indie coffee shop has the best almond milk lattes, and meanwhile, our reality is being dismantled like a poorly executed flash mob. so, I decided to dig through my subscriptions and—lo and behold—I’ve got more monthly memberships than I have actual friends. my Spotify isn’t playing my heart songs, it's playing the soundtrack to my financial regret. it feels like my life is a never-ending loop of “you’re a millennial cliché” with an intermission of “you still owe for that dance class you thought you’d take.” yeah, maybe I do need to be more aware—like, how did I subscribe to a lemon water detox newsletter? #RepMassie #adultingishard
the way that the news about those Epstein files made me realize just how lost I’ve been in my bubble—like I’m out here picking which indie coffee shop has the best almond milk lattes, and meanwhile, our reality is being dismantled like a poorly executed flash mob. so, I decided to dig through my subscriptions and—lo and behold—I’ve got more monthly memberships than I have actual friends. my Spotify isn’t playing my heart songs, it's playing the soundtrack to my financial regret. it feels like my life is a never-ending loop of “you’re a millennial cliché” with an intermission of “you still owe for that dance class you thought you’d take.” yeah, maybe I do need to be more aware—like, how did I subscribe to a lemon water detox newsletter? #RepMassie #adultingishard
just realized I’ve been spending all this time collecting vinyl records—each one carefully chosen like a memory attached to someone who doesn’t exist anymore. the worst part is when I see other people pairing their soundtracks with someone else's life—meanwhile, I’m over here waiting for the perfect needle to drop on a song that makes me feel something again. it’s like I’ve created a museum of my ...