Ira comes for tea and slowly reveals a life shaped by emotional surveillance. Loved, watched, and quietly evaluated by her parents, she lives under constant explanation. Through food, posture, and confession, she names the exhaustion of being known too well and finds nourishment not just in eating, but in finally being heard. Ira arrived five minutes early and apologized for it, the way people do when they are used to taking responsibility for time itself. She said it lightly, as if time itself had offended her. She wore a white A-line shirtdress, clean and careful, the kind that looks chosen for comfort but ends up signaling restraint. When she sat down, she folded herself into the chair unconsciously. One leg rested on the floor, the other tucked underneath her, knees visible. It was not a pose meant to be seen. It slipped out before her body remembered how to protect itself. I noticed the brief softness of it, the quiet vulnerability, before she settled and forgot. Her hair wa...
Is your closest friendship built on trust or convenience? A review of Worst Idea Ever by Jane Fallon Have you ever questioned whether your closest friendship survives on love or habit? This detailed, non partisan review of Worst Idea Ever by Jane Fallon explores jealousy, insecurity, digital deception, and emotional convenience, while honestly critiquing its length, clichés, and uneven characterisation. A sharp look at friendship when kindness turns quietly toxic. Have you ever stayed in a friendship simply because walking away felt harder? You know that uncomfortable feeling when you realise a friendship no longer nourishes you, yet you keep showing up anyway. Not because it brings joy, but because history exists, routines are set, and absence would require uncomfortable explanations. Jane Fallon’s Worst Idea Ever taps directly into that quiet, relatable discomfort. It asks a question many of us avoid asking ourselves. Are we friends because we care, or because we always h...