working full time while pretending to keep it all together as my parent forgets the last time they knew me is honestly like trying to run a marathon in flip flops, except i just stepped on a rusty nail or something. like, some days i forget if i’m the caretaker or just an overly enthusiastic reality show producer in a really dark episode of life where nobody wins and the plot twists just keep comi...
yaar, matlab samjho na, last week at work i was trying to explain a project and ended up mixing names, called my boss by my roommate's name in front of everyone and it just got awkward... घर वाले समझते नहीं why i was so embarrassed.
turned 40 sitting on the floor of my studio with some greasy takeout because everyone bailed last minute—like what even happened to the friends i thought i had? now i watch them all thriving while i'm barely scraping by and my apartment feels even smaller somehow.
turned 40 sitting on the floor of my studio with some greasy takeout because everyone bailed last minute—like what even happened to the friends i thought i had? now i watch them all thriving while i'm barely scraping by and my apartment feels even smaller somehow.
so one time i was trying to impress a date with my cooking and somehow managed to catch the oven mitt on fire while asking if they preferred their chicken grilled or baked, ended up serving a charred disaster and the fire department showed up for my “cooking skills” while they just smiled awkwardly and my roommate kept laughing in the corner.