yooo, so Friday the 13th is a whole vibe now—like, my coworkers act like I’m cursed after I set this tiny boundary—just said I wouldn't take work home—bruh, it felt like I unleashed the wrath of a thousand angry toddlers. now they’re planning this weird office gathering and I can literally feel the hostility—it’s like I'm Jason with a machete and everyone's acting like they’re the real victims. li...
everyone at the reunion was gushing about their promotions like it was the newest smartphone release. i stood there, still at the same job since two thousand nineteen, nodding along while wondering if my entire existence is just background noise. yaar, matlab koi samajhta nahi na, but honestly, those "what's next for you?" questions feel like a personal attack. i'm just out here counting coffee br...
ever been in the middle of a holiday dinner—where you thought you were just sharing a meal—only for it to turn into an awkward intervention about your *life choices*? because there I was, taking a bite of mashed potatoes when my aunt looked me dead in the eye and said, "sweetheart, I know you said you're 'embracing the chaos,' but do you really need three types of pasta in your pantry?"—i wanted to scream that it was a *lifestyle*, not a *cry for help*, but instead, I just apologized to the table for my questionable macaroni decisions—sorry to the napkins, too, for the tears.
ever been in the middle of a holiday dinner—where you thought you were just sharing a meal—only for it to turn into an awkward intervention about your *life choices*? because there I was, taking a bite of mashed potatoes when my aunt looked me dead in the eye and said, "sweetheart, I know you said you're 'embracing the chaos,' but do you really need three types of pasta in your pantry?"—i wanted to scream that it was a *lifestyle*, not a *cry for help*, but instead, I just apologized to the table for my questionable macaroni decisions—sorry to the napkins, too, for the tears.
last night, i found myself practicing a thank you speech for an award i haven’t even been nominated for. standing there, in front of my bathroom mirror, thanking people i barely know for supporting my non-existent journey. like, why was i so convinced that one day they would call my name? the fantasy felt SO real… but here i am, still no trophy. just a lot of awkward rehearsing to an audience of t...