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[geebu]

SO U'RE AN ADULT NOW?

im random im sorry but here's your adulting 101 checklist

🧠 Daily Life

Time management

Money basics

Burnout & sleep

First aid & medicines

Googling/YouTubing properly

Communication & conflict

Digital hygiene

Decision making

Self-awareness

🏠 Home & Living

Cooking for survival

Laundry

Cleaning

Grocery planning

Dishwashing

Trash & recycling

Changing bedsheets

Hosting guests

Pest control

Sewing & mending

🛠 Fix & Maintain

Basic tools

Plumbing

Electricity

Furniture assembly

Adhesives & tapes

Drill & wall hooks

🚗 Vehicle & Travel

Tire change

Jumpstart

Oil & coolant check

Dashboard symbols

Emergency contacts

Driving basics

Travel booking

Solo travel safety

Smart packing

🧾 Forms & Adult Paperwork

Aadhar / PAN / Passport

PDF scan/sign/send

Appointment booking

Organizing documents

Filing complaints

Reading bills

Voting / government stuff

💼 Career & Work

Resume + cover letter

Email etiquette

Excel basics

Presentations

Workplace behavior

Interview prep

LinkedIn

Task tracking tools

Reading job offers

💰 Finance

Budgeting

Expense tracking

Emergency fund

Banking basics

Taxes + payslip

Credit cards

Loans & EMIs

Investments

Insurance

Financial scams

🧍‍♀️ Social & Emotional Skills

Introducing yourself

Setting boundaries

Saying no

Texting clearly

Giving feedback

Being a good roommate

Consent & respect

🛑 Street Smarts & Survival

What to do when stuck

Weather safety

Public transport

Emergency numbers

Confidence in public

Losing phone/wallet

Basic hygiene outdoors

❤️‍🔥 Relationships & Social Life

Romantic relationships

Healthy breakups

Love languages

Long-term friendships

Family boundaries

Chosen family & support systems

🧘 Health, Wellness & Body

Exercise (strength, cardio, stretch)

Sleep hygiene

Menstrual health

Period care & sexual hygiene

Therapy & journaling

Managing anxiety / ADHD

Self-care vs procrastination

Regular health checkups

📈 Career, Money & Independence

Side income

Freelancing basics

Pricing your work

Investing (SIPs, stocks, index funds)

Understanding insurance

Career switching

Upskilling + online learning

Negotiating salaries

⏳ Discipline & Focus

Prioritizing tasks

Energy management

Pomodoro / time blocking

ADHD-friendly systems

Digital detox habits

Decision-making clarity

Self-talk & mindset

Building consistency

🧷 Personal Safety

Basic self-defence

Safety tools (pepper spray etc.)

Digital safety (2FA, scam spotting)

Safe solo travel

Locking habits

ICE contacts

Street awareness

🗳️ Civic & World Awareness

Voting basics

Reading news with context

Recognizing bias

Filing FIRs / complaints

RTI & consumer rights

Local governance

Environmental impact

✈️ Travel & Exploration

Travel planning apps

Visa & forex

Packing smart

Cultural etiquette

Hostel vs hotel safety

Backup plans

🧼 Style, Wardrobe & Grooming

Capsule wardrobe

Laundry care

Basic tailoring

Skincare basics

Hair/nail/body care

Seasonal storage

🔍 Thinking & Media Literacy

Spotting fake news

Understanding bias

Recognizing propaganda

Critical thinking

Filtering info overload

🌱 Self, Identity & Curiosity

Learning for joy

Creative hobbies

Digital minimalism

Finding purpose

Journaling & reflection

Spirituality or volunteering

🎁 Gifting, Hosting & Thoughtfulness

Thoughtful gifting

Hosting guests

Emergency host kit

Leaving good impressions

Celebrating wins

Caring for people during lows

just pick your favs ignore the rest trust the universe we’re all kinda winging it anyway 🤷🏽‍♀️✨

[geebu]

hey im late!

sooooo yeah i didnt keep up like i said i would but hey thats just me, it is how i am! infact, ukw? i sorta-might-kinda have adhd? i talked to gpt about it coz i was scared to meet a psychologist (i will, just not yet) and ididnt know who would get it?

BUT THAT LIL MACHINE UNDERSTOOD SO WELL WHAT I WANTED TO SAY- BELIEVE ME IT WAS SO ON POINT!

and it was a great chat, towards the end, and i felt very much at ease. here's it, if it (maybe) helps:

[geebu]

I'm here- just fuzzy

1:35 am, Tuesday, 17 June 2025 (IST) prompt- Write from the perspective of a memory that refuses to be forgotten. As planned, I'll break this into 3 parts- - my draft (its wordy and awkward but yeah) - gpt's revised version - what i learnt :)

I'm here- just fuzzy

I’m not gone, I’m still here- always have been. I’m just blurry, slightly withered- its been a long time, hasn’t it? She longs for me. She needs me so bad but can only vaguely trace me. She can’t recall how it felt to have lived through me yet having a part part of me back, in her hands, is all she desires. 

Childhood is a complicated memory- but she assumes hers was happy; she knows it- but not quite? I know she’s been trying to clean the dust off the mirror and look at herself, back at the times when she felt happy, when she felt loved, when she felt safe, when she felt there was nothing that mom and dad couldn’t possibly solve, but the mirror is too dirty- its covered in uncertainty, and rage and its trying to wipe me away but I’ll make it through. I know she’s been conditioned to play it tough. I have conditioned her to play it tough. She loves that. She doesn’t quite understand what went wrong though. She wonders- when did she go from bringing home A’s and smiles to feeling like a disappointment? When did she go from running after mumma refusing to eat unless mumma feeds her with her own hands to never feeling understood by her parents? When did she go from knowing she’ll probably do so great that she might just take the world over to feeling like she’ll never be enough? Thats she’s worthless? When did she go from returning home from school on a no-uniform Saturday and telling mumma how she was the one who looked the prettiest of all to not being able to see her own face in a picture, her reflection in a mirror because the under-eyes look too dark or the nose seems too big? She feels she’s missing something? She’s not. All she’s missing is me- a happy memory, that shows her how everything always falls in places and how’s she’s built for surviving. She’s probably forgetting me? But I remember everything. I refuse to be forgotten because all she does today, is rooted in all she wanted to do- yesterday, all she was told not to do- yesterday, and all she didn’t know she would’ve been doing- today. 

I talk to her, through the mails she had written to her older self, through her pictures and stories and the way her parents love her- thats one thing that’s hardly changed. I usually visit her when she’s breaking down, and when nothing seems to fall it place. I remind her of the trust she had in herself, of what she knew she was capable of, of what I know she’s meant to be- and that, is sometimes, all she needs to keep going and realising, that I’m not gone, I’m still here- always have been. I’m just blurry, slightly withered- its been a long time, hasn’t it?

picture taken from pinterest

Now this is what GPT came up with-

I’m not gone. I’m still here—always have been. Blurry, slightly withered. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

She longs for me. Needs me. But can only vaguely trace my edges. She can’t feel what it was like to live inside me, but a piece of me in her hands—that’s all she wants.

Childhood is a complicated memory. She assumes hers was happy. She thinks she knows it—then doubts it. I watch her try to wipe the dust off the mirror, to see herself again— back when she was happy, back when she was safe, back when nothing was too broken for mom or dad to fix.

But the mirror’s too dirty. It’s caked in uncertainty. Rage. It’s trying to erase me. But I won’t go.

I know she’s been taught to play it tough. I taught her. She loves that part. But even she doesn’t know when the shift happened.

When did she go from bringing home A’s to feeling like a letdown? From refusing to eat unless mumma fed her, to feeling misunderstood by the same hands? From thinking she’d take the world over— to feeling like she’s not enough? Worthless?

When did she stop seeing herself in pictures? When did the dark circles and the nose take over the reflection? She thinks she’s lost something. She hasn’t.

She’s just lost me— The memory that reminded her everything would fall into place, that she’s built to survive.

She might forget me. But I remember everything.

Because everything she does today is rooted in all she wanted to do yesterday, was told not to do yesterday, and never imagined she’d be doing—today.

I speak to her— through the letters she wrote to her future self, through pictures, through the way her parents still love her. That hasn’t changed.

I show up when she breaks. When nothing fits. I remind her of the trust she used to have in herself. What she knew she could become. What I still know she will become.

Sometimes, that’s all she needs.

And so I stay. Blurry. Slightly withered. But here.

I’m not gone. I never was.

She thinks I’m fading. But I’m the one watching her vanish.

and here's what we learnt-

break long complex sentences.

use/avoid repetitions wisely- cut where redundant, use where impactful.

have better rhythm. make it flow.

more sensory details, stronger imagery.

choosing concrete and powerful words.

more active, less passive tone- maybe?

endings to be stronger. they should stay with the reader.

[geebu]

i'm out of words!

hi, tumblr I'm gibu :)

so—

i used to write. sometimes. loved it. capital L love. and i mean write—not just vent into the notes app at 2am. i may've even been good at it? (I really like to think I was)

our english teacher would give us a topic, maybe throw in some cool new words or phrases. we’d chat, toss ideas around—get thinking. then we had two hours to just go. no pressure. it was cool. refreshing. (shoutout deepti ma’am—you’re the best. big fan <3)

that was probably the last time i felt truly connected to writing.

since school ended (been 4–5 years?)—nothing. unless you count the occasional 2am journaling. (Don’t.)

writing now feels like a dead muscle. i miss how i used to frame things. the wordplay. the rhythm. the knowing what i was doing. now it feels clunky. unfamiliar. out of control. like i forgot a language i used to speak fluently.

shoutout- chatgpt—this sweet, sweet bot—kinda made it worse. i use it for everything. slowly outsourced the one part of me i was actually proud of. hate that for me.

i want her back.

so—obvious next move: i asked chatgpt for help. we switched seats. it gives me prompts now, we discuss, i write, and it gives feedback. sounds fun?

i’m giving it a shot. one prompt a day. i’ll post my raw versions here. maybe sometimes what chatgpt had to say too.

let’s see where this goes. you in?

picture from pinterest