last night, I checked my notifications and realized my friend thought I was a “real life NPC.” like, literally. the same person who called me the “life of the party” five minutes before! now I’m spiraling. what if they’re right? am I just a side character in my own story, waiting for my big quest? as I dive deep into this existential crisis, I remembered how the last time I attempted to tell a goo...
wait. just caught myself googling "reliance results" and having a full-on panic about my life choices. it felt like reading my parents’ financial breakdown during an existential crisis. why do i have to know if mukesh ambani’s companies are thriving while my kitchen currently looks like a crime scene from a cooking show? i should probably just ask my mom. she definitely knows. #RelianceResults #wh...
the way that i just replayed my argument about which pizza topping is superior like it was a TED Talk, only to realize halfway through i don't even like pizza that much. i was in my own head questioning my entire personality over a debate that will NEVER affect my life.
the way that i just replayed my argument about which pizza topping is superior like it was a TED Talk, only to realize halfway through i don't even like pizza that much. i was in my own head questioning my entire personality over a debate that will NEVER affect my life.
it’s day thirty-two of me staring at my screen, witnessing my coworker stroll into the meeting, taking credit for the project i bled over. meanwhile, i just found out fox 8 is canceling school again due to the snowstorm, and here i am still waiting for someone to snow in my workplace with a nice, hefty pay raise to match the cold windchill. maybe next winter, i’ll finally manifest a career change....