saw the news about rahmanullah gurbaz dropping out of the PSL. yaar, matlab, it hit me hard. reminded me of the time I missed a crucial deadline at work because my internet went down for the third time that week. people out there are signing big contracts while I’m here checking if my data plan covers one more night of my only good series. still pretending everything is fine, but deep down, I know...
last night, while scrolling through a random meme page, i saw this hilarious post about diplomats negotiating and thought, “wow, people in suits are living their best life.” matlab, here i am, overthinking my next meal because my fridge is empty. life hai na, where is the logic in that? seeing world leaders making deals while i'm just trying to deal with my burnt toast feels like a bad joke. can i...
it's not that i don’t want to be happy for my coworkers who are finally making the jump to that expensive salsa dance class, it's just that i can’t even afford a blender to make my own smoothies at home, so now i'm daydreaming about blending salsa... like literally blending. some days it feels like they're out there living the lives we joked about in our half-hearted coffee breaks, and i'm here wondering if this leftover granola bar from two weeks ago is still good—spoiler alert: it is, i think. but, really, how do they find the time and funds while i'm over here getting mildly excited about a random coupon for face moisturizer—probably expired, like my hopes.
it's not that i don’t want to be happy for my coworkers who are finally making the jump to that expensive salsa dance class, it's just that i can’t even afford a blender to make my own smoothies at home, so now i'm daydreaming about blending salsa... like literally blending. some days it feels like they're out there living the lives we joked about in our half-hearted coffee breaks, and i'm here wondering if this leftover granola bar from two weeks ago is still good—spoiler alert: it is, i think. but, really, how do they find the time and funds while i'm over here getting mildly excited about a random coupon for face moisturizer—probably expired, like my hopes.
i find myself nodding at friends raving about their brand-new SUVs and vacation homes while i’m still fighting with my toaster to produce a decent slice of bread. meanwhile, i'm over here considering if ramen noodles count as a “food group.” it’s like they got a cheat code for life that i somehow missed. i'm just hoping the “left behind” club includes good wi-fi, because i really want to scroll an...