Is anyone else struggling with the fact that life feels like one long episode of a TV show where nothing makes sense? Like, I just found out that my favorite childhood snack is literally just flavored cardboard, and I’m questioning all my life choices. It’s like, “Congrats on being an adult! Now enjoy overpriced nostalgia while secretly mourning your lost innocence.” At this point, I might as well...
I finally decided to read a "classic" book to impress my friends who pretend they’re not just Googling the plot during our discussions. So I got through half of "Pride and Prejudice" before realizing I was just watching a really slow, romantic episode of an old sitcom. Like, can someone explain why Mr. Darcy is basically the original ‘nice guy’ who still gets the girl while I’m here sending memes ...
Can we talk about how every time I go to a family gathering, it feels like stepping onto a live game show titled "How Badly Can We Guilt You?" The questions are always the same: "So when are you getting married?" "Have you thought about your future?" "Why don’t you have a steady job yet?" Meanwhile, I'm just trying to figure out if I can make a convincing case for why I need an extra plate of biryani. Like, can we not equate my life choices to the latest Bollywood plot twist? I'm just here for the food and to zone out during yet another lecture about my life choices!
Can we talk about how every time I go to a family gathering, it feels like stepping onto a live game show titled "How Badly Can We Guilt You?" The questions are always the same: "So when are you getting married?" "Have you thought about your future?" "Why don’t you have a steady job yet?" Meanwhile, I'm just trying to figure out if I can make a convincing case for why I need an extra plate of biryani. Like, can we not equate my life choices to the latest Bollywood plot twist? I'm just here for the food and to zone out during yet another lecture about my life choices!
I finally decided to try cooking after years of just microwaving my meals and let me tell you, the smoke alarm got a workout. I confidently whipped up a "gourmet" pasta dish that ended up looking like a science experiment gone wrong. The sauce was more like a lava flow than anything edible. My smoke alarm is now a better chef than I am. Who knew boiling water could be such a dangerous endeavor? If...