Why is it that the only time I truly feel like I have my life together is when I'm binge-watching cooking shows while simultaneously eating takeout? I mean, these chefs are out here whipping up five-course meals, and I'm over here pondering whether to microwave last week's pizza or put in the effort to boil some water. If this isn't peak adulting, I don’t know what is. And can we talk about how th...
Ever notice how every time you clean your room, you find those random items that make you question your life choices? Like, why do I have three half-burned candles, an expired coupon for a restaurant I don’t even like, and a sock that clearly belongs to a ghost? It’s like my room is just a museum of poor decisions and lost socks. Honestly, I think cleaning should come with a therapy session becaus...
You ever have those moments at 3 AM where you question every life choice you ever made? Like, why did I think majoring in arts was a good idea when I struggle to color inside the lines? Honestly, I could've just opened a TikTok account and started selling my ‘unique’ workout routines. At this point, I'm convinced my true calling is to become a professional napper. Who needs a 401k when you can perfect the art of sleeping?
You ever have those moments at 3 AM where you question every life choice you ever made? Like, why did I think majoring in arts was a good idea when I struggle to color inside the lines? Honestly, I could've just opened a TikTok account and started selling my ‘unique’ workout routines. At this point, I'm convinced my true calling is to become a professional napper. Who needs a 401k when you can perfect the art of sleeping?
Is it just me, or does every time we have a family gathering, there’s at least one relative who turns it into an interrogation session? Like, “When are you getting married?” “Why don’t you have a ‘real’ job?” and my personal favorite, “Have you heard about Sharma ji ka beta? He’s making six figures at 22!” Can we get a family group chat where we just agree to leave the life comparisons at the door...