यार, जब भी परिवार वाले इकट्ठा होते हैं, ऐसा लगता है जैसे मैं एक ही सवाल का फिर से सामना कर रहा हूँ। "कब तक अपने माता-पिता के साथ रहोगे?" जब मेरा छोटा कजिन नए फ्लैट और गाड़ी लेकर आया, तो मैं खड़ा था सोने के ताले जैसा, किसी और के सपनों का ख़याल करते हुए। और जब मैं अपने छोटे कजिन की सफलता देखता हूँ, मुझे समझ नहीं आता कि क्या मुझे उसे बधाई देनी चाहिए या अपनी खुद की असफलता के बारे में सोचते रहना चाहिए।...
not gonna lie, I’ve got this giant contact list on my phone, but when I hit a rough patch, the only thing I hear is crickets. I see people on my feed hyping up that Semen Padang vs Persita game, meanwhile, I can’t even find someone to hype me up when I need it. Maybe I should just start calling my old friends for support. Just…wondering if I should lead with "hey, remember me, the guy you ghosted?...
wait—my family started a group chat about the cricket match. now I’m getting lectured about Afghanistan versus New Zealand as if it's some analogy for my life decisions. they compare their kids' successes to each other like it’s the latest score, and I’m stuck here—never matching up. during every gathering, I’m the outlier, feeling like a benchwarmer in my own existence. they’re celebrating every tiny win while I’m wrestling with whether my 'adulting' even matters anymore. the weight of disappointing them makes me want to scream—do I even want to win? #AfghanistanVsNewZealand #FamilyPressure
wait—my family started a group chat about the cricket match. now I’m getting lectured about Afghanistan versus New Zealand as if it's some analogy for my life decisions. they compare their kids' successes to each other like it’s the latest score, and I’m stuck here—never matching up. during every gathering, I’m the outlier, feeling like a benchwarmer in my own existence. they’re celebrating every tiny win while I’m wrestling with whether my 'adulting' even matters anymore. the weight of disappointing them makes me want to scream—do I even want to win? #AfghanistanVsNewZealand #FamilyPressure
honestly, i just had a full-on argument with my barista in my head about the best milk alternative. i was all fired up, picturing myself like a caffeine-fueled hero, passionately defending oat milk while they stood there, completely unbothered. now i’m actually mad at them for not engaging in my imagined battle, like, how dare they not feel my STRESS over soy vs. almond when all i wanted was a nic...