Confessions of a Kashmirican

Typing this out on a day when I'm wearing a new blue shirt, hehe... 😛 Not why I decided to title this post "Friday Blues" of course, it just felt like a good coincidence to mention. Anyway... I've been kind of in a slump lately. My search for a new client project hasn't been going so well, plus I've just been feeling more depressed and lethargic than usual. I don't really have anyone I can talk to about this irl though. The few times I've ever brought it up with my family, the only major response I'd get would go along the lines of me needing to just stop being lazy/disorganized and push myself towards my goals. But I just... I've grown too depressed to even care about improving myself anymore, and that's what scares me. What's the point of chasing after a dream job that would pay a ton more money when no one wants me with whatever skills I have now? What's the point of losing weight in order to be more attractive to others (

"What is a Kashmirican?" Glad you asked. 🙂 It's a word I made up to describe my ethnic and cultural background in a tiny nutshell. I was born and raised in the U.S., but both of my parents come from Kashmir - the northern part of India. We're known as Kashmiris, or (more specifically) Kashmiri Pandits. Hence, I'm a Kashmiri-American, or Kashmirican . There's not too many of us around wherever you go, we're all kinda spread out across the world. So chances are, you know who I am. Or you may not. It's all right either way. 😇 "Why don't you just call yourself an Asian American, or an Indian American?" Hmm... because I like my made-up term better. I mean, technically I'm labeled an Asian American, but then people tell me I'm not Asian because I don't look Chinese or Japanese or like any other "stereotypical Asian" that comes to mind with most Americans. And I am an Indian-origin American, but I feel like that