day 47 of being the unpaid therapist for everyone and guess what? i just had to turn down dinner with my friends because ya, 500 ka koi toh value rakhta hai na. while they're ordering fancy pizzas, i'm over here calculating whether the extra five minutes on the gym treadmill can offset that slice of cheese i can't afford. honestly, it’s not just about the money, it's the feeling of being the ‘sens...
literally, yaar, I just realized my life is one big “forex factory” disaster. my parents introduce me as "MNC mein kaam karta hai," but little do they know I spent last weekend googling how to invest in currencies instead of actual work. matlab, my friend’s dad is literally launching satellites, and I’m here debating if a two-minute YouTube video on forex trading will get me rich or just embarrass...
day 32 of waiting for my food to arrive, and the guy at the front of the store seems more lost than me, looking around like he’s searching for an ancient relic. sometimes, i swear all these adults have no idea what they’re doing either, just playing pretend while i stand here judging their ability to put together a simple order. honestly, i’m half-expecting someone to come out and admit it was all a game, just to see how long we can all act like we belong in this chaos.
day 32 of waiting for my food to arrive, and the guy at the front of the store seems more lost than me, looking around like he’s searching for an ancient relic. sometimes, i swear all these adults have no idea what they’re doing either, just playing pretend while i stand here judging their ability to put together a simple order. honestly, i’m half-expecting someone to come out and admit it was all a game, just to see how long we can all act like we belong in this chaos.
it's not that i care about the whole teacher recruitment drama, it's just that every time i see an update on it, i’m reminded of that one time my aunt loudly announced at a family gathering that i should just be a “substitute teacher” instead of following my dreams, and i awkwardly laughed while internally combusting, because nothing screams "you’ve peaked" like being a substitute teacher for kids...