I just had a first date that felt like a bad romcom where everyone knows the ending is disastrous except the main character—aka me. We went to this trendy restaurant, and as I was trying to impress him with my extensive knowledge of obscure cheeses, my chair literally collapses. Spoiler alert: I fell and made the loudest noise possible, while his face turned into a meme in real time. He was cool a...
Why does every family WhatsApp group feel like a never-ending reality show? Like, Auntie Aarti thinks she's the queen of meme sharing, while Uncle Vikram sends 100 “good morning” messages before anyone even wakes up. And God forbid you don’t respond immediately; then it’s a full-on investigation by cousin Priya. I didn’t sign up for this drama! If I wanted to be interrogated, I’d just go to a fami...
I’m convinced that the only reason our parents have WhatsApp is to send us news articles that are at least a decade old and that they're certain we’ll find life-changing. Like, "Look at this article about how to save money from 2012!" I love how they act like it’s some groundbreaking discovery, while I’m over here just trying to convince them to learn how to use emojis. And are they sending me these gems because they think I’m living under a rock? Because, honestly, I’m just trying to survive the rock-solid reality of my work-from-home routine.
I’m convinced that the only reason our parents have WhatsApp is to send us news articles that are at least a decade old and that they're certain we’ll find life-changing. Like, "Look at this article about how to save money from 2012!" I love how they act like it’s some groundbreaking discovery, while I’m over here just trying to convince them to learn how to use emojis. And are they sending me these gems because they think I’m living under a rock? Because, honestly, I’m just trying to survive the rock-solid reality of my work-from-home routine.
Why does every time I try to cook, it feels like a scene from a reality cooking show gone horribly wrong? Like, how hard can boiling pasta really be? Apparently, I can burn water. And let’s not even talk about my attempts at following TikTok recipes. I think I’m just destined to be a takeout aficionado. Who else is with me in this culinary catastrophe?