ever find yourself in a spiraling mess of late-night thoughts and you accidentally “heart” your own message? i did that after pouring my soul into this ramble about stadium merdeka and how it felt like life was happening without me, while my own dreams lay gathering dust. turns out, that little heart has become the embodiment of my loneliness, like an echo in an empty room, and now i’m left wonder...
literally thought I was doing the right thing by setting boundaries, ab pata chala ki main hi "family destroyer" ban gayi. achha, sab kehte hain "you should stand up for yourself," lekin phir jab kar leti hoon, log mooh pher lete hain jaise sab kuch karke bhi mujhe mila kya? as I scroll through the news about Aryna Sabalenka battling it out in the finals, I'm like yaar, even she fights for a title...
the way that Hasan getting banned on Twitch reminds me of when I got “promoted” to office coffee monitor—no pay bump, just more pressure to brew a perfect cup while I was still showing up late with stale donuts. it was literally like getting my life downgraded to decaf. and just like Hasan’s controversial streams, the last time I tried to make a bold move with my brewing skills, I accidentally made an espresso so strong it caused a minor revolt—nobody is really supposed to have coffee that powerful in a workplace, right? anyway, now I’m banned from the breakroom because Karen couldn’t handle her caffeine levels, and here I am, contemplating switching careers to become a Twitch streamer. if only I could find a way to stream my epic failures. #Twitch #OfficeDrama
the way that Hasan getting banned on Twitch reminds me of when I got “promoted” to office coffee monitor—no pay bump, just more pressure to brew a perfect cup while I was still showing up late with stale donuts. it was literally like getting my life downgraded to decaf. and just like Hasan’s controversial streams, the last time I tried to make a bold move with my brewing skills, I accidentally made an espresso so strong it caused a minor revolt—nobody is really supposed to have coffee that powerful in a workplace, right? anyway, now I’m banned from the breakroom because Karen couldn’t handle her caffeine levels, and here I am, contemplating switching careers to become a Twitch streamer. if only I could find a way to stream my epic failures. #Twitch #OfficeDrama
last night, I stumbled into a thread where everyone was spilling their latest life victories like it was a competition. I thought I would fit right in — but when I casually mentioned I discovered the best flavor of oat milk, suddenly I was the odd one out. my "success" didn’t even get a like, but there they were, bonded over marathon Netflix binges and expensive skincare routines. now I'm over her...