2020 didn’t just trip over its own shoelaces—it faceplanted into a vat of chaos and dragged the rest of us down with it. The world literally stood still thanks to COVID. Planes grounded, offices shut, toilet paper became more valuable than gold, and suddenly “mute yourself” became the most-used phrase on Earth. Professionally, it was the worst year of my life. Personally, I evolved—like a caterpillar, except instead of becoming a butterfly, I just became slightly better at crying in silence while baking banana bread.
By December, I decided: Forget people. Forget resolutions. Forget pretending I know how to pitch a tent. I was going to walk into 2021 solo, like a Bollywood hero but without the slow-motion hair flip.
My Genius Plan
Pitch tent far away from humans (because humans were basically walking Wi-Fi routers of COVID).
Enter 2021 with zero resolutions (because resolutions are just contracts you sign with disappointment).
Pretend I’m Bear Grylls, but with the survival skills of SpongeBob.
The Party I Accidentally Crashed
The campsite was buzzing—couples cuddling, friends laughing, alcohol flowing, music blasting. Basically, Instagram influencers’ paradise. Meanwhile, I was the lone ranger, the mysterious stranger… okay fine, just the awkward guy sitting alone with a tent that looked like it was built by IKEA but assembled by a drunk raccoon.
Then I met Amit, Anu (she cute), and Harry. They asked, “Got some stuff?” and boom—instant friendship. Because nothing bonds strangers faster than vague drug references.
Homeless at Midnight
At 11:30, I ditched my new friends to return to my tent. Except… plot twist: my tent had collapsed like my career in 2020.
Possible reasons:
My amateur tent skills.
Dew + soil = pegs went on strike.
Did I mention my amateur tent skills?
Normally, I’d have gone full Hulk smash. But thanks to a couple of drinks and three shared green tea joints, I just sat by the lake, like Buddha who had forgotten to book a hotel.
The Accidental Adventure
There I was: homeless, tipsy, staring at a lake that looked like it was auditioning for a meditation app. Fireworks exploded behind me, people screamed “HAPPY NEW YEAR,” and I hugged my knees like a philosopher who just realized he forgot to pay rent.
And then my brain whispered: It’s not going to be easy. But hey, at least you’re not stuck in another Zoom call with villains named “Poor Connection.”
Challenge accepted.
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