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 You ever notice how we, as humans, are basically programmed to never give up—no matter how many times life drop-kicks us? It’s like the universe is throwing obvious hints that "Hey, maybe quit while you're ahead?" but our hearts just go, "Nope. One more try." This isn’t optimism. This is stubborn hope syndrome—a condition where, despite overwhelming evidence that something is a lost cause, we still believe, "Maybe this time, it’ll be different." And the worst part? We don’t even panic. Nope. We just sit there, sipping chai, watching the chaos unfold, whispering, "It’s fine. Everything will work out." Let’s dive into some classic cases, shall we? Exhibit A: The ‘He Will Change’ Fairytale The, the age-old belief that love can turn a toxic, emotionally unavailable person into a devoted saint. The red flags are so red, they’re practically sirens. Yet, there you are, saying things like: "He just needs time." "He’s different when it...

Have you ever woken up one fine day, stretched your arms, and thought, Ah, what a beautiful day to be misunderstood? No? Just me? Cool. Lately, I’ve been feeling like I unknowingly walked onto the set of a movie where everyone decided I’m the villain. And not even the cool, well-dressed, sarcastic kind. Nope. More like the misunderstood character who gets roasted for crimes they didn’t commit. It’s funny how you can be nothing but genuine, yet somehow, the script flips, and suddenly you’re labeled as rude, arrogant, or worse—"changed." Oh yes, the classic "You’ve changed!" accusation. (Well, of course, I have, Shalini, it’s called growth. Maybe try it sometime?) The worst part? You start questioning yourself. Am I actually rude? Did I say something wrong? Should I start sending voice notes instead of texts so people can hear I’m not plotting their downfall? But then you realize—no matter how hard you try to be nice, there will always be someone who paints you as the...

You know that feeling when a video gets stuck buffering at 99%? It’s almost playing, but not quite. That’s exactly how my brain feels right now. Not panicked, not calm—just stuck in this weird in-between where everything feels off, but I have no idea why. I woke up today, and my mind just went, Nah, we’re not functioning properly. No big triggers, no life-altering events—just a subtle, lingering sense of unease, like my brain opened too many tabs and now refuses to process any of them. When Your Brain Is Stuck in ‘Loading’ Mode Anxiety is usually loud. Racing thoughts, heart pounding, full-blown panic. But what about this? This quiet, lingering, something’s wrong but I don’t know what kind of feeling? It’s like my brain is buffering, but there’s no actual internet issue—just pure, unexplainable chaos. It’s the emotional equivalent of: Waiting for a page to load, but it just keeps spinning. Clicking “refresh” on your thoughts, but the same weird feeling stays. That moment of suspense wh...

 You know that feeling when your laptop starts overheating, the fan sounds like a jet engine, and suddenly, everything freezes? Yeah, that’s me—except instead of a laptop, it’s my brain, and instead of overheating, it’s pure, unfiltered anxiety. Some days, I wake up feeling like a responsible adult (a rare phenomenon, but it happens). Other days, I’m one minor inconvenience away from dramatically lying on the floor and questioning my existence. Lately, the latter has been winning. The Art of Almost Losing It The signs are clear: Your to-do list has become a cryptic prophecy of doom. You enter a room, forget why you’re there, and just stand like an NPC waiting for instructions. Your playlist is either deep, soul-healing instrumentals or aggressively loud music that makes you feel like the main character of a tragic indie film. No in-between. And the worst part? You don’t even know what exactly went wrong. It’s just a culmination of tiny, microscopic frustrations stacking up like a v...

 Some mornings gift you unexpected life lessons wrapped in comedy. Today was one of them. I stepped out, enjoying the fresh air, when I spotted a dog eyeing a bird with laser focus. Now, this wasn’t just any casual glance—this was determination. You could tell he believed, with every fiber of his being, that this was his moment. He crouched, calculated his move, and boom—he leaped forward with the speed of a champion sprinter. The bird, being a bird, casually flapped its wings and moved just a few feet ahead, not even in a hurry. The dog skidded to a stop, shook off the dust, and went at it again. And again. And again. Now, you’d think after the first few failed attempts, the dog would get the memo. But no, this furry warrior had grit. He refused to accept defeat. And honestly? I couldn’t help but admire that energy. Because isn’t that how we should be? Life throws setbacks our way all the time. You fail an exam, mess up a recipe, say something embarrassing in front of a crush—but ...