Nobody warned me that most of adult life is just sending emails you don't want to send
School prepared me for quadratic equations. The themes of Of Mice and Men. How to dissect a frog. It did not prepare me for: - Following up on the follow-up email - Calling the insurance company and being on hold for 45 minutes - Writing "per my last email" and meaning it aggressively - Replying "sounds great!" when it absolutely does not sound great - The specific dread of seeing "can we hop on a quick call?" from someone who has never once had a quick call I have sent more emails in the last 3 years than I have had meaningful conversations.
I finally understand why my parents were always tired
I'm 26. I have a full-time job, a small apartment, and I cook maybe 4 times a week. And I am EXHAUSTED. My parents raised three kids, worked two jobs between them, maintained a house, kept the car running, remembered everyone's birthdays, and somehow still made it to my school plays. I can barely remember to buy toothpaste before I run out. I owe them an apology and probably a very long hug.
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Groceries cost HOW MUCH now?
I went to the supermarket today for "just a few things." Milk, eggs, bread, some vegetables, a pack of chicken. Rs. 1,840. For six items. I stood at the checkout doing the math in my head three times because I was convinced I'd miscounted. I had not. I texted my mom. She said "yes beta that's normal now" with the energy of someone who has fully accepted the collapse of everything. When did tomatoes become a luxury item? WHO APPROVED THIS?