it's not that i can't manage my finances—it's just that the universe has a cruel sense of humor. my friend shared the T20 points table, and while they raved about how teams crumble under pressure, i was looking at my bank account wondering why it feels like i’m living my own game of financial limbo. my bills are doing a victory dance while i'm just here googling “symptoms of silent panic” like tha...
i was sitting through yet another family gathering, and everyone kept praising my cousin for landing this incredible job. meanwhile, my parents casually mentioned how my career path "isn't very Olympic-worthy." i don’t know why i always expect something different. i spent the whole night comparing my life to others, wishing for an escape route but somehow ended up reliving that embarrassing moment...
so there I was, eating instant noodles for dinner again, thinking maybe if I wear my “trust the process” shirt long enough, a check will just appear in my mailbox. I mean, it’s not like anyone else would notice I’m literally scraping together coins for my next cup of coffee. like, wouldn’t it be great if a million-dollar fairy godmother just decided to swing by my closet? but nah, instead I spent another hour reorganizing my sock drawer for what? manifesting new socks? because what I really need is to just wear socks that look fresh while drowning in my thoughts about being forever broke and pretending I’m not.
so there I was, eating instant noodles for dinner again, thinking maybe if I wear my “trust the process” shirt long enough, a check will just appear in my mailbox. I mean, it’s not like anyone else would notice I’m literally scraping together coins for my next cup of coffee. like, wouldn’t it be great if a million-dollar fairy godmother just decided to swing by my closet? but nah, instead I spent another hour reorganizing my sock drawer for what? manifesting new socks? because what I really need is to just wear socks that look fresh while drowning in my thoughts about being forever broke and pretending I’m not.
honestly, scrolling through social media while everyone around me is posting their brand-new car keys feels like watching a parade I wasn't invited to—meanwhile, I’m over here debating if I can afford another ramen packet, so when I saw the hearts v hibs news, it hit different, like, I literally cannot even remember the last time I felt like I was on top of anything—every day feels like another re...