Why is it that the moment I finally decide to get my life together, I find myself questioning every single life choice I've ever made? Like, am I actually supposed to adult, or is this just an elaborate prank? Honestly, I thought adulthood would come with a manual, but instead, it feels like I’m just Googling “how to exist” at 3 AM. Can we collectively agree that adulting is just a series of “wait...
Is it just me, or does every family function feel like a job interview but with more awkward laughter and unsolicited life advice? I swear, I just got cornered by my uncle, who I haven’t seen since my last growth spurt, and he asked if I’m married yet. Like bro, I can't even keep a houseplant alive, let alone a relationship. And let’s not even start on the talks about 'Sharma ji ka beta' – yes, cl...
I’ve realized that adulthood is basically just one long negotiation with yourself over things like "Do I really need to call it a night at 10 PM?" or "Is it okay to eat an entire cake for dinner if I'm sad?" I miss when my biggest dilemma was which cartoon to watch after school. Also, what’s up with people acting like their hobbies are life-altering? I love binge-watching shows about other people’s problems; it’s called escaping reality and honestly, it’s a full-time gig. Who’s with me?
I’ve realized that adulthood is basically just one long negotiation with yourself over things like "Do I really need to call it a night at 10 PM?" or "Is it okay to eat an entire cake for dinner if I'm sad?" I miss when my biggest dilemma was which cartoon to watch after school. Also, what’s up with people acting like their hobbies are life-altering? I love binge-watching shows about other people’s problems; it’s called escaping reality and honestly, it’s a full-time gig. Who’s with me?
I just finished a book that was supposedly a "must-read" and I’m convinced the author just ran out of things to say halfway through. Like, do we really need 30 pages describing a flower? Meanwhile, my own life is like a poorly written sitcom where every day I’m just trying not to trip over my own feet. How about a book on that? “The Art of Not Making a Fool of Yourself: A Guide to Adulting.” I’d b...