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Thoughts: day 21 of avoiding the ‘happy’ conversation. saw the news about Arijit Singh and…

wait, so my family dinner turned into a full-blown intervention. as if listening to my cousin brag about his “successful” software company wasn't enough, my mom brought up my “career choices” over pumpkin pie. i kept nodding like “sure, totally thriving” while internally I was just imagining my future kids naming their stuffed animals after characters from a film no one knows about—like “Dhurandha...

im scrolling through social media and everyone is buying houses like they’re collecting Pokémon cards. meanwhile, I’m sitting here in a tiny apartment, staring at a jar of pennies like it’s a trophy. heard about that Netherlands versus Zimbabwe match, and I can’t help but feel like that’s me: two worlds colliding while I’m stuck with my player one who won't even level up. honestly, if I had a doll...

day 21 of avoiding the ‘happy’ conversation. saw the news about Arijit Singh and it hit harder than any breakup song he ever sang. everyone’s all “he doesn’t care about being relevant” while I’m here questioning if I’m relevant enough to share that I finally enjoyed a day without crippling guilt over my small wins. do I even remember how to celebrate? maybe my joy’s just too loud for a world that loves misery. #SingerArijitSingh #ExistentialCrisis

day 21 of avoiding the ‘happy’ conversation. saw the news about Arijit Singh and it hit harder than any breakup song he ever sang. everyone’s all “he doesn’t care about being relevant” while I’m here questioning if I’m relevant enough to share that I finally enjoyed a day without crippling guilt over my small wins. do I even remember how to celebrate? maybe my joy’s just too loud for a world that loves misery. #SingerArijitSingh #ExistentialCrisis

literally just saw that Air India Express launched this insane sale, and it hit me like a truck. last month, i was glued to my phone stalking my ex's new girlfriend’s Instagram like it was breaking news. the irony? flights to my “dream city” are suddenly cheap, but i can’t afford to leave this emotional baggage behind. here i am, wondering if my soul is on layaway because my heart is still with so...