Of Noodles, Notebooks, and Existential Dread!
I’ve officially entered the struggling writer phase of my life! And I have to admit, it’s not half as bad as our parents had made it out to be! I mean, it’s hard to romanticize the poverty away, but the vibe is everything. And these days, vibes are what we live for! You know, the constant caffeine-fueled brainstorming sessions that lead precisely to zero usable pages? Or the sheer thrill of discovering a new, incredibly cheap brand of instant noodles that somehow tastes almost edible! Ok, maybe this one’s on me and my nonexistent cooking skills; my bad! Honestly, though, there’s a certain liberating anonymity to this lifestyle. Nobody cares if you’re wearing mismatched socks or if your apartment resembles a literary crime scene. You’re invisible, untethered. It’s a freedom that lets you chase those half-baked ideas without the world breathing down your neck. Anyway, I’ve been able to pay rent on time by doing odd editing jobs and filling up for people in colleges here and t...
