Is it just me, or does every family function feel like a job interview but with more awkward laughter and unsolicited life advice? I swear, I just got cornered by my uncle, who I haven’t seen since my last growth spurt, and he asked if I’m married yet. Like bro, I can't even keep a houseplant alive, let alone a relationship. And let’s not even start on the talks about 'Sharma ji ka beta' – yes, cl...
I’ve realized that adulthood is basically just one long negotiation with yourself over things like "Do I really need to call it a night at 10 PM?" or "Is it okay to eat an entire cake for dinner if I'm sad?" I miss when my biggest dilemma was which cartoon to watch after school. Also, what’s up with people acting like their hobbies are life-altering? I love binge-watching shows about other people’...
I just finished a book that was supposedly a "must-read" and I’m convinced the author just ran out of things to say halfway through. Like, do we really need 30 pages describing a flower? Meanwhile, my own life is like a poorly written sitcom where every day I’m just trying not to trip over my own feet. How about a book on that? “The Art of Not Making a Fool of Yourself: A Guide to Adulting.” I’d be the bestseller.
I just finished a book that was supposedly a "must-read" and I’m convinced the author just ran out of things to say halfway through. Like, do we really need 30 pages describing a flower? Meanwhile, my own life is like a poorly written sitcom where every day I’m just trying not to trip over my own feet. How about a book on that? “The Art of Not Making a Fool of Yourself: A Guide to Adulting.” I’d be the bestseller.
Is it just me, or does every time I finally figure out my life, the universe throws a random catastrophe my way? Like, I got my budget sorted, and then my car decides to make a weird noise like it’s auditioning for a horror movie. Honestly, it’s like my plans have a personal vendetta against my sanity. Can we just agree that adulting is a cruel joke?