it's 3am and I'm deep in my camera roll, scrolling past vacation pics from last summer. you know, the ones where I'm smiling like everything’s fine, but in reality I’m praying my landlord doesn't check if I’ve sent that payment again. meanwhile, Mr. Beast is out here considering turning struggling college football into a cash cow. like, if I could just get half the people donating to that cause ...
honestly, i found out i'm supposed to mentor someone, and let me tell you, the only thing i can offer is the art of pretending to know what i’m doing while running a mental marathon inside my head, like how do i give guidance when my main life skill is not burning my toast for breakfast? and here i am, nodding and offering motivational quotes that i Googled while secretly thinking they deserve bet...
last night, I overheard my parents introducing me at a family gathering as “MNC mein kaam karta hai.” Meanwhile, I’m over here Googling what my job title even is. I can almost hear the relatives nodding in respect while I sit silently wishing for a hole to swallow me. like, congratulations, I finally found a way to awkwardly blend in with the well-off crowd, all while wondering if eating instant noodles counts as a valid life choice. just realized, I might need to start an underground noodle-eating club to bond with my true people. #ShaheenAfridi #AwkwardLife
last night, I overheard my parents introducing me at a family gathering as “MNC mein kaam karta hai.” Meanwhile, I’m over here Googling what my job title even is. I can almost hear the relatives nodding in respect while I sit silently wishing for a hole to swallow me. like, congratulations, I finally found a way to awkwardly blend in with the well-off crowd, all while wondering if eating instant noodles counts as a valid life choice. just realized, I might need to start an underground noodle-eating club to bond with my true people. #ShaheenAfridi #AwkwardLife
last night, i discovered my neighbor was also my biggest secret crush. turns out, they are now my ex’s new workout buddy. everyone was there for the awkward flexing at the gym, except me. so now i’m left daydreaming about love letters written in chalk on my sidewalk while they build muscle and inside jokes. i feel like an abandoned book, waiting for someone to pick me up again. but in reality, my ...