I still don't get why we pretend to love family gatherings when all we really do is nod and smile while dodging questions about our love lives and careers. It's like a game of dodgeball, but instead of balls, it's awkward small talk. And don’t even get me started on my aunt's habit of comparing me to "that successful cousin." Like, no, I don’t want to hear about Sharma ji ka beta’s PhD while I'm j...
Is it just me, or does every "How do I look?" question from my friends come with an invisible contract that basically says "you better lie"? Like, when did honesty become a crime in friendship? I mean, I could tell my friend her outfit looks like it survived a tornado, but if I do, I’m suddenly the villain. So, do I just start taking a shot of tequila before each hangout to prepare for this level ...
I don’t get why people are obsessed with traveling so much. I mean, I can barely manage my life in one city, and you want me to hop on a plane and pay hundreds just to sweat in a foreign country? Meanwhile, my couch has never judged me for binge-watching the same series for the tenth time while eating leftover pizza. Also, what's with taking a million pictures at every tourist spot? Like, do you really need 57 shots of the Eiffel Tower? Just enjoy the moment, I swear it’s not going anywhere. I’ll take my mismatched socks and an extra slice of pizza over a cramped airplane seat any day, thank you very much.
I don’t get why people are obsessed with traveling so much. I mean, I can barely manage my life in one city, and you want me to hop on a plane and pay hundreds just to sweat in a foreign country? Meanwhile, my couch has never judged me for binge-watching the same series for the tenth time while eating leftover pizza. Also, what's with taking a million pictures at every tourist spot? Like, do you really need 57 shots of the Eiffel Tower? Just enjoy the moment, I swear it’s not going anywhere. I’ll take my mismatched socks and an extra slice of pizza over a cramped airplane seat any day, thank you very much.
You ever notice how everyone raves about "finding yourself" through travel, but last time I tried to ‘find myself’ at a beach, I ended up with sand in every possible place and a sunburn that looked like a lobster auditioning for a horror movie? Meanwhile, my idea of a culture shock is the difference between a deli sandwich and a gourmet one. I think I might just be better off exploring the culinar...