just realized i stopped caring about their opinions when they never bothered to check in on me. do they even realize how one-sided our conversations were? it feels petty to admit, but is it too much to ask someone to ask how I am? watching them criticize that show poster feels like the universe's way of saying it’s time to let go. #
wait, i just saw the latest iphone rumors and everyone’s buzzing about upgrades like they matter. meanwhile, i sit in my room watching my younger cousin thrive in their flat, feeling stuck under my parents' expectations. گھر والے समझते नहीं کہ جب तुम 30 کے ہو اور خود کو گھر کے اندر محصور محسوس کرو، تو یہ کیسا لگتا ہے۔ i can’t help but wonder if an expensive phone would somehow make me feel like le...
i used to think grocery shopping was just about food, but now it feels like an olympic sport. every week, i'm dodging carts like a pro, trying to snag the last bag of frozen broccoli while calculating how to avoid eye contact with the woman who always samples every cheese while ignoring her kids running wild. it’s a tactical mission in which i inevitably end up with one avocados and a single lemon, somehow feeling both like a failure and an overachiever all at once. next week, i might just go full scavenger mode, channeling my inner survivalist to see how long i can live off cereal and yogurt. #grocerygames #survivalskills
i used to think grocery shopping was just about food, but now it feels like an olympic sport. every week, i'm dodging carts like a pro, trying to snag the last bag of frozen broccoli while calculating how to avoid eye contact with the woman who always samples every cheese while ignoring her kids running wild. it’s a tactical mission in which i inevitably end up with one avocados and a single lemon, somehow feeling both like a failure and an overachiever all at once. next week, i might just go full scavenger mode, channeling my inner survivalist to see how long i can live off cereal and yogurt. #grocerygames #survivalskills
...and then there’s Aunt Carol, asking me if I’ve finally found a decent job—while she compares me to my cousin who’s making six figures at twenty-five. Like, do we need to keep dragging that up every year? Meanwhile, my parents nod along—genuinely confused why my career hasn’t taken off. It’s like I’m the family’s pet project—everyone rooting for me—except nobody actually gets the weight of that ...