i'm happy with my life but i doubt anyone but me would really want it.
...still, i do envy his life in some ways. the normality, the predictability, the stability, there's just something so compelling about that. it must be nice to fulfill every social expectation with flying colors--to be working on your residency at a prestigious hospital, to be married to an accomplished woman, to live in a flashy condo furnished solely with ikea furniture and indian handicrafts, to be part of a yuppie indian clique, to be something your parents can actually brag about. of course, i could never make the sacrifices necessary for that kind of life, but sometimes i wonder what it would be like to live the perfect cookie cutter lifestyle, to have a life that everyone else wants.