Why is it that every time I finally sit down to enjoy a meal, someone in the family needs a favor that requires me to become a superhero? Like, can’t you see I’m trying to have a moment with my biryani? My mom just called me into the kitchen for the eighth time this week to help her figure out why the microwave is “acting funny.” I’m convinced it’s just mad at me for not using it to warm up the le...
I’ve officially hit that age where I appreciate a good night’s sleep more than a wild night out. Like, can we get a round of applause for the 9 PM bedtime? I used to think adults were boring, but now I’m over here prioritizing my pillow like it’s the love of my life. Honestly, who knew the real glow-up was just getting enough rest and not dealing with the “who’s your crush” drama at 2 AM anymore?
Can we just agree that public transport is basically a survival game? The other day, I got stuck sandwiched between a guy who clearly thinks deodorant is optional and a woman loudly discussing her cat's "feelings" on the phone. Like, sis, I love your furry friend as much as the next person, but do I need to know about Mr. Whiskers' emotional breakdown while I’m trying to breathe? And don't get me started on the guy whose music is so loud I can practically hear his playlist judging my life choices. Honestly, sometimes I think I’d rather walk 10 miles than face another train ride.
Can we just agree that public transport is basically a survival game? The other day, I got stuck sandwiched between a guy who clearly thinks deodorant is optional and a woman loudly discussing her cat's "feelings" on the phone. Like, sis, I love your furry friend as much as the next person, but do I need to know about Mr. Whiskers' emotional breakdown while I’m trying to breathe? And don't get me started on the guy whose music is so loud I can practically hear his playlist judging my life choices. Honestly, sometimes I think I’d rather walk 10 miles than face another train ride.
I just realized I've been in a situationship for over a year now, and I still can’t figure out if we’re dating or just really committed Netflix buddies. I mean, does sharing popcorn during binge-watching count as intimacy? I'm starting to think my relationship status should just be “permanently confused.” Honestly, I could probably write a thesis on the complicated dynamics of ‘hanging out’ withou...