it's not that i regret treating myself to those overpriced tickets for the sexbomb concert—it's just that my bank account gave me a rude awakening like a hangover on a Wednesday morning. i imagined myself dancing wildly, reliving nostalgia, while now i’m eyeing my ramen noodles like they’re gourmet. i thought a little joy would make everything else feel manageable. but now, as the bills pile up an...
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 so embarrassing, I can’t even look him in the eye anymore. this city's filled with wedding bliss while I'm over here debating whether frozen pizza counts as a meal or a sign of loneliness. #Jaber #singlelife
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 so embarrassing, I can’t even look him in the eye anymore. this city's filled with wedding bliss while I'm over here debating whether frozen pizza counts as a meal or a sign of loneliness. #Jaber #singlelife
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 a...