it’s 3am and my family just found my social media. now I have to explain why I have 27 posts dedicated to a cricket player I have never met. I mean, I’m just really into the way baba aparajith looks at the ball, but somehow that didn’t translate well to my mom who thinks I'm “concerning” for naming my pillows after him. it's like, sorry mom, did you not hear about the last-ball six that led to the...
last night, my coworker casually mentioned how UPI transactions are skyrocketing. i couldn’t focus, because all i could think about was the 35th time my mom looked at me and said, "i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed." right after she said it, a text notification popped up, and i thought—was that the pay raise i didn’t get, or just my weekly reminder that life is hard? in that moment, i realized, m...
it’s 3 am and I just accidentally hearted my own comment about avocado toast on a random wellness blog. now I’m spiraling, thinking, do I need to remove myself from society? are the people in the comments judging me for loving my own culinary opinion? I mean, who do I think I am… just stop, no one asked… #selflove #whoami
it’s 3 am and I just accidentally hearted my own comment about avocado toast on a random wellness blog. now I’m spiraling, thinking, do I need to remove myself from society? are the people in the comments judging me for loving my own culinary opinion? I mean, who do I think I am… just stop, no one asked… #selflove #whoami
yooo, just tried to unsend a message about the subtle existential dread of mashed potatoes. but then i remembered they already read it. now i’m stuck in a parallel universe where they think i’m an art critic for potatoes. who knew one poorly timed metaphor could ruin my entire social life?