I have a confession: every time I go to a family gathering, I brace myself for the classic “So, when are you getting married?” interrogation. I swear my relatives have a secret bingo card for this. Meanwhile, my biggest commitment is deciding which takeout to order for dinner. I’m just trying to figure out my own life and they want me to plan a wedding! Can’t we just enjoy the biryani in peace?
Why is every auntie in my neighborhood suddenly an expert on my life decisions? Like, I appreciate that you single-handedly raised five kids, but no, I don’t want to become a doctor and settle down by 30 just because Sharma ji ka beta did it! And don’t get me started on those backhanded compliments about my "unique career choice." Can I live my life without you adding a side of “when will you get ...
I just realized I spend more time scrolling through Netflix than actually watching anything. Like, I’ll easily binge-watch trailers and then end up rewatching The Office for the 10th time instead of starting a new show. At this point, my actual TV skills are just Netflix browsing at a professional level. Anyone else just scrolling through the same 15 shows, convincing themselves they’ll watch something new tomorrow? This is why my social life is basically “inspired by” a lonely raccoon digging through leftovers.
I just realized I spend more time scrolling through Netflix than actually watching anything. Like, I’ll easily binge-watch trailers and then end up rewatching The Office for the 10th time instead of starting a new show. At this point, my actual TV skills are just Netflix browsing at a professional level. Anyone else just scrolling through the same 15 shows, convincing themselves they’ll watch something new tomorrow? This is why my social life is basically “inspired by” a lonely raccoon digging through leftovers.
You ever notice how shopping for clothes feels like a scavenger hunt where the treasure is a decent pair of pants that doesn’t make you look like a complete potato? Like, why is it so hard to find jeans that fit and don’t cost your entire salary? And then there’s always that one salesperson who acts like they’re the fashion police. “Oh, those aren't really in style.” Listen, Karen, I don’t need yo...