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Let’s get one thing straight: being a Gen Z girl in the 2020s is less like living your best life and more like an endless struggle to keep a houseplant alive while you’re also on fire. We are brave, independent, and ambitious. But also broke, overthinking, undercaffeinated, and clumsy in ways that would make cartoon characters jealous.
The Snooze Button Is My Toxic Boyfriend
Every morning begins with the same lie: “Five more minutes.” What follows is a toxic loop of snoozing, regretting, dreaming about being on time, and waking up 47 minutes later in a sweaty panic. I roll out of bed like a potato with Wi-Fi, throw on last night’s oversized tee (because yes, I slept in it, and yes, I will attend a Zoom call in it), and pretend everything is under control. Spoiler: it’s not. My boss thinks I’m punctual. My cat knows the truth.
WFH = Work From Hell (Also: Wardrobe From Hell)
Being an independent Gen Z woman means hustling from home while sitting cross-legged on a mattress that doubles my desk, dining table, and emotional support surface. I’ve written social media strategy decks while eating Kurkure.
Once, I gave a full presentation with a towel on my head because I forgot to switch off my webcam. The client didn’t even blink. We’ve all collectively lowered the bar, and I love that for us. But also, is this freedom, or is it just a very aesthetic mental breakdown?
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Meal Prep Is Just Sad Girl Chemistry
Some people do meal prep. I do meal manifestation. I open the fridge and hope food appears. When that fails, I stir together rice, cheese slices, and existential dread into what I call Millennial Khichdi. I once burned toast and then ate it anyway because the burnout is now both emotional and edible.
Meanwhile, my mum FaceTimes me, horrified, and asks if I’ve forgotten my culture. I tell her it’s experimental fusion. She tells me I need to get married.
Clumsily Brave, Fabulously Flawed, Mildly Functional
I may spill coffee on my laptop, cry while plucking my eyebrows, and once tried to iron my kurta with a hair straightener (and mildly set it on fire). But I show up. I take my meds, answer emails (eventually), wear sunscreen (sometimes), and survive in a world that keeps asking for “settled girls” when I can’t even settle on a cereal brand. I’m not perfect. I’m just trying. And honestly? That’s enough.
So here’s to all the brave, foolish, chaotically brilliant Gen Z girls out there. We’re doing our best. And that’s our superpower.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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