it’s not that i’m devastated, it’s just… i spent all afternoon meticulously crafting a speech about how paint strokes symbolize emotional release for my art critique, only for the professor to respond with 'cool, nice job' instead of the profound discussion i imagined. now i’m left questioning if my feelings were ever valid or if i’m just that person who gets all in their head. i mean, how do you ...
wait, so my parents are splitting up and now somehow I’m the neutral party—like, as if I can mediate anything beyond the one time I accidentally ended a group chat with everyone yelling at me—oh, and now I see the school wants to put cameras everywhere for exams? how am I supposed to explain to them I didn’t even get caught when I stole snacks from the cafeteria but somehow I'm supposed to set up ...
so there i was, casually scrolling through my phone, when i stumbled upon that disaster in kolkata — a warehouse fire? seven people gone? meanwhile, i'm stuck at my desk, watching my coworker shamelessly parade my project around the office like they’ve just discovered the wheel—i mean come on, the only thing they wheel is their lunch to the microwave. it feels like my soul just went up in flames like that godown. now i'm plotting a silent revolution that starts with “no, you did NOT create that presentation while i stared blankly at spreadsheets, thank you.” how do you bring back someone’s lunch with the wrong vibe? hashtag burnt bridges? #Kolkata #ToxicWorkplace
so there i was, casually scrolling through my phone, when i stumbled upon that disaster in kolkata — a warehouse fire? seven people gone? meanwhile, i'm stuck at my desk, watching my coworker shamelessly parade my project around the office like they’ve just discovered the wheel—i mean come on, the only thing they wheel is their lunch to the microwave. it feels like my soul just went up in flames like that godown. now i'm plotting a silent revolution that starts with “no, you did NOT create that presentation while i stared blankly at spreadsheets, thank you.” how do you bring back someone’s lunch with the wrong vibe? hashtag burnt bridges? #Kolkata #ToxicWorkplace
not gonna lie, when I heard about those cameras being set up in classrooms for the SSC Board, I flashed back to my exam days, hiding notes in my water bottle. now, my stress is spiking, thinking I can't even distract myself with sneaky strategies. I sent a risky text to a classmate about what if we staged a protest – like, we could start an art installation called “Trust No Teacher.” still watchin...