it's day 47 of no job, and rishtedaar just asked about my career plans. matlab, kya bolun? they don't know i got laid off. everyone else is settling down, hai na? meanwhile, i'm stuck scrolling through old messages of the one who got away, realizing how much of myself i built around them. so while sharma ji ka beta is on his way to NASA, i’m here wondering if it’s too late to become an influencer ...
it’s 3am and i just spent the last hour scrolling through photos of old friends living their best lives while i’m sitting here pretending my twenty-five thousand a year salary isn’t giving me heart palpitations every month. they think i’m thriving because my parents introduced me as “MNC mein kaam karta hai,” while in reality i’m juggling debts like a clown on a unicycle. nobody sees the stress be...
day 84 of scrolling through a family group chat that feels like a weekly trauma session, where my aunts post their third “funny” cat video of the day while I’m literally drowning in loneliness. got over a hundred contacts on my phone, but the only texts I get are spam or “happy birthday” messages from people I haven’t spoken to in years. my best friend said she was too busy to talk because she “has a life now.” cool. wish I could say the same. I can almost hear the silence in my apartment echoing back at me. adulting was supposed to come with real connections, not just a toxic workplace vibe where I’m the overqualified intern begging for genuine human interaction. I can’t even escape it during the day because the real world is just as isolating.
day 84 of scrolling through a family group chat that feels like a weekly trauma session, where my aunts post their third “funny” cat video of the day while I’m literally drowning in loneliness. got over a hundred contacts on my phone, but the only texts I get are spam or “happy birthday” messages from people I haven’t spoken to in years. my best friend said she was too busy to talk because she “has a life now.” cool. wish I could say the same. I can almost hear the silence in my apartment echoing back at me. adulting was supposed to come with real connections, not just a toxic workplace vibe where I’m the overqualified intern begging for genuine human interaction. I can’t even escape it during the day because the real world is just as isolating.
“you ever think about how isaiah stewart just lost control in the moment—and it’s like, how many times have i done that too? sat alone on a couch surrounded by texts from people i don’t know that well—thinkin’ my world is a joke while theirs looks so flashy. it's the strangest feeling, having hundreds of contacts but only one solid connection left— the one friend who got tired of me spilling secre...