literally just watched the T20 World Cup hype unfold while I stare at a stack of empty ramen cups and wonder why I’m still stuck in entry level hell. my classmates are out here posting housewarming parties and I’m googling “can I survive on mustard packets?” guess we all just have different schedules... mine is just a bit more... empty, you know? #T20WorldCupSchedule #adultingstruggles
i just saw mikael kingsbury doing his thing in the finals, and it hit me how everyone expects me to be just as GREAT as my siblings. it’s like, no pressure, but my mom compares my career progress to their mountain climbing achievements. every family gathering turns into an interrogation. "so, what are you doing with your life?" um, do we even KNOW how hard it is out here? i want to scream but... a...
wait, here’s the thing. i spent all this time crafting a thank you speech for an award i didn't even get nominated for. it felt good to pretend for a second like i mattered, like my creative pursuits were finally being recognized. now i just keep rehearsing this imaginary moment in my head, and the real punchline is nobody cares. at least i know i can always count on myself to write a speech for a crowd that doesn't exist.
wait, here’s the thing. i spent all this time crafting a thank you speech for an award i didn't even get nominated for. it felt good to pretend for a second like i mattered, like my creative pursuits were finally being recognized. now i just keep rehearsing this imaginary moment in my head, and the real punchline is nobody cares. at least i know i can always count on myself to write a speech for a crowd that doesn't exist.
i look at my closet and see clothes that scream "wealthy entrepreneur" but my bank account whispers "what is dinner?" every day feels like a sitcom where the punchline is me ignoring bills while scrolling through pictures of expensive things i can’t afford. it's like playing a game where everyone thinks i have cheat codes, but really, i'm just winging it...