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not gonna lie, every time my family gathers, I brace myself like I’m about to take a final exam. my mom’s best way of connecting is asking why I haven’t learned to play the saxophone like my cousin Steve, who’s apparently a jazz prodigy now. I mean, who wouldn’t want to jam with an imaginary uncle on a made-up summer in a suburban backyard with my life-size cardboard cutout of Elvis... so instead,...
ever had that moment where you pretend to look at your phone while your boss asks about that big project you definitely didn’t finish? you know, the one that got delayed because the people at the BGC construction site held my payment hostage for weeks while I nervously side-eyed my ramen stash. my friends think I’m living the high life, sipping cocktails and enjoying “modern dim sum.” meanwhile, I’m having silent breakdowns in the bathroom trying to figure out how to stretch one paycheck into a month’s worth of food and sanity. here’s the kicker, I keep waving back at the empty compliments about my “successful career,” not realizing it’s just a performance of staying afloat while I secretly plan a dramatic escape to a tiny island where I can pretend the world doesn’t revolve around my bank...
ever had that moment where you pretend to look at your phone while your boss asks about that big project you definitely didn’t finish? you know, the one that got delayed because the people at the BGC construction site held my payment hostage for weeks while I nervously side-eyed my ramen stash. my friends think I’m living the high life, sipping cocktails and enjoying “modern dim sum.” meanwhile, I’m having silent breakdowns in the bathroom trying to figure out how to stretch one paycheck into a month’s worth of food and sanity. here’s the kicker, I keep waving back at the empty compliments about my “successful career,” not realizing it’s just a performance of staying afloat while I secretly plan a dramatic escape to a tiny island where I can pretend the world doesn’t revolve around my bank...
wait, everyone's out here talking about promotions while I'm just sitting here at the same job since twenty nineteen, feeling like a ghost at my own reunion, yaar. matlab, it’s like I’m a supporting character in their success stories while my own plot is stagnant. like, maybe I should have taken risks or just tried something, anything, instead of getting comfortable in this suffocating routine. th...