day 17 of debating whether I should text my cousin about the latest closure of the Carmel Clay schools, and I literally unsent the message after I freaked out, only to find out she already saw it. now I’m stuck wondering if I should follow up and pretend I wasn’t implying her kids would get a permanent vacation because of their chaos, or if I should just let it simmer and face the wrath of the fam...
it's not that i love watching cricket... it's just that last week, my uncle tried to convince everyone that his fantasy team was a “family legacy.” i mean, how do you inherit that? when the Delhi Warriors beat the Dubai Royals, my mom shouted like she was summoning the spirits of our ancestors, while i silently regretted never making a proper team. maybe it’s time to finally spill the secret: i st...
literally, my company just announced they’re investing in a “creative synergy initiative.” after years of being loyal, I thought, "great, I’ll be the superstar." but honestly, I took a peek at their website, and there it was: a bold banner for BTS’s new world tour. suddenly, I realized, I’m about as replaceable as a rubber band in a printer—my team is gonna be at the concert while I'm stuck here rebranding office supplies. then it hit me. while they scream for K-Pop Kings, I’ll be at my desk, pretending to know what “synergy” even means. #KpopKingsTakeOverBtsAnnouncesN #existentialcrisis
literally, my company just announced they’re investing in a “creative synergy initiative.” after years of being loyal, I thought, "great, I’ll be the superstar." but honestly, I took a peek at their website, and there it was: a bold banner for BTS’s new world tour. suddenly, I realized, I’m about as replaceable as a rubber band in a printer—my team is gonna be at the concert while I'm stuck here rebranding office supplies. then it hit me. while they scream for K-Pop Kings, I’ll be at my desk, pretending to know what “synergy” even means. #KpopKingsTakeOverBtsAnnouncesN #existentialcrisis
literally spent three days wondering if I should send a search party or just accept that I’m a ghost in their life—only for them to drop a casual 'lol' like we hadn’t just entered a three-day silent treatment. it's wild how much a single message can make you question your entire existence. like, do they even realize that I was emotionally preparing for an apology tour? now I’m left here contemplat...