it’s not that i’m still hung up on my ex – it’s just that the idea of finally dating someone feels like checking the lost and found at a concert; i’m just hoping to spot my favorite sweater, but all i find are dirty socks. seeing couples stroll hand-in-hand while i stand awkwardly by myself feels like showing up to a potluck and realizing everyone else brought the good stuff while i accidentally g...
last night, I scrolled through Instagram, watching another wedding video and thinking “when will my turn come, bhai?” suddenly, I heard my doorbell ring and in my rush to mute the wedding playlist, I accidentally shouted "shaadi ho gayi!" into the empty room. turns out it was just my delivery guy staring at me like I'm the weirdest person he’s ever met. matlab, even he was judging my single status...
it's not that I mind my friend only texting when they need something. it’s just that the last time they reached out, I could practically hear them shopping around for someone to take their dog to the vet. then I get a heartwarming “Hey, how have you been?” right before I accidentally sent them a meme meant for my therapy group. I guess that's what they mean by “miscommunication”—just me, glaring at my phone while contemplating life decisions, and they're over there preparing for a spontaneous trip to get vaccinated… or something like that. #Sant #AwkwardMoments
it's not that I mind my friend only texting when they need something. it’s just that the last time they reached out, I could practically hear them shopping around for someone to take their dog to the vet. then I get a heartwarming “Hey, how have you been?” right before I accidentally sent them a meme meant for my therapy group. I guess that's what they mean by “miscommunication”—just me, glaring at my phone while contemplating life decisions, and they're over there preparing for a spontaneous trip to get vaccinated… or something like that. #Sant #AwkwardMoments
do you ever look at your notes app and think—oh, if anyone read this, I’d be wearing a reputation of a villain? the other day, I typed a whole plan on how to ruin my neighbor’s garden party because they think they’re better than everyone. it was so detailed—planting questionable herbs in their soil, leaving fake notes, you know, classic moves. every time they get too loud, I just think—oh, how del...