WhisperDog

Stories: it's not that i don't want to succeed, it's just that my cousin bought his secon…

last night I was scrolling through the internet and realized my parents were my age when they were like…doing things. owning houses, adulting like pros. meanwhile, I can't even decide between ramen and cereal for dinner. honestly, I celebrated the U.S. women's curling team’s epic victory because it’s the only thing I feel like I’m achieving in life. my biggest accomplishment? finally not confusing...

wait—family ke saamne khud ko successful dikhana kitna tiring hai. meri savings toh meri maabab ko pata hai nahi, par unka matlab kya hai? they compare me to Sharma ji ka beta jo NASA mein hai, jabki mai bas apne loans se bhaag raha hoon. family gatherings feel like interrogation sessions, jahan sab log gyaan dete hain, par kisi ko meri asli struggle nahi dikh rahi. bas ek din aisa hoga ki yeh sab...

it's not that i don't want to succeed, it's just that my cousin bought his second car today and my family barely notices when i work fifteen hours a day for crumbs, yaar matlab, honestly, they don't understand what I’m going through, it's literally exhausting getting interrogated at every family gathering like I'm a case study. گھر والے समझते नहीं, and I feel like i’m the biggest disappointment. just scrolling through social media while wishing life felt as easy as these players competing on-screen, #ThailandWomenVsMalaysiaWomen #familypressure

it's not that i don't want to succeed, it's just that my cousin bought his second car today and my family barely notices when i work fifteen hours a day for crumbs, yaar matlab, honestly, they don't understand what I’m going through, it's literally exhausting getting interrogated at every family gathering like I'm a case study. گھر والے समझते नहीं, and I feel like i’m the biggest disappointment. just scrolling through social media while wishing life felt as easy as these players competing on-screen, #ThailandWomenVsMalaysiaWomen #familypressure

ngl, I literally thought chasing my passion would make me feel invincible. honestly, who knew living off instant noodles and wishing on thrift store treasures would be my new norm? are we really supposed to pretend we’re all thriving while barely scraping by, just because we left a stable job for “fulfillment”?