How do you unwind after a demanding day?
How Do I Unwind After a Demanding Day? Like a Softcore Rockstar in Slippers.
After surviving a day of corporate nonsense, unexpected calls, emotional hiccups, and pretending to “circle back”—
I don’t unwind.
I dramatically unravel.
Here’s my foolproof recipe for decompression, Jugnu-style:
🎬 STEP 1: Netflix and Self-Deception
Netflix isn’t just a platform.
It’s a soft corner. A personality trait.
It knows me better than my friends do.
“Still watching?” Yes Netflix, I’m still emotionally broken. Thanks for checking.
I don’t watch new shows.
I rewatch old ones — because I don’t want suspense. I want emotional safety with subtitles.
Plotlines? Predictable.
Comfort? Immaculate.
Mental health? Marginally better.
✍️ STEP 2: Blogging—Screaming Into the Internet with Punctuation
Once I’m warmed up from the emotional fluff of streaming,
I open the blog.
Because why yell into a pillow when you can
yell into a WordPress draft and call it “content”?
Every post is a therapy session.
Every paragraph is me avoiding therapy bills.
Sometimes I write.
Sometimes I edit.
Sometimes I stare at the blinking cursor and pretend it’s a friend checking in.
🎸 STEP 3: Guitar Hero in Pajamas
I pick up the guitar like I’m about to play at Woodstock.
Then proceed to play the same three chords I’ve known for 4 years.
Am I any good? Not really.
But am I less sad after strumming “Tujhe Bhula Diya” 12 times in a row? Absolutely.
It’s not about performance.
It’s about making noise that isn’t coming from my Slack notifications.
🎧 STEP 4: Music Soothes the Drama Llama
I put on my headphones and disappear like a toxic friend after ghosting.
- 🎵 Lofi when I want to feel like a poetic barista
- 🎵 Rock when I want to channel suppressed office rage
- 🎵 Bollywood sad songs when I want to romanticize my Excel errors
Music doesn’t ask questions. It just gets me.
And let’s be honest:
Nothing heals like a playlist that calls you out, builds you up, and tucks you in emotionally.
📚 STEP 5: Reading—My Favorite Legal Escape
I don’t read to learn.
I read to leave.
Fiction takes me to a world where the main character has a purpose, a plot arc, and doesn’t spend 3 hours deciding dinner.
Sometimes it’s thrillers.
Sometimes it’s feel-good books.
Sometimes it’s old receipts from Flipkart orders I forgot to return.
Reading helps me forget I once said “yes” to a weekend meeting.
That’s real healing.
🍜 BONUS STEP: Midnight Snacking with Existential Dressing
You know what really hits after 11 PM?
- Maggi with chilli flakes
- Leftover pizza judged by no one
- Random kitchen experiments I’ll later name “Desi Disaster Bowl”
It’s not about calories.
It’s about reclaiming joy in the form of food that doesn’t ask how your day was.
🧘♂️ Final Step: Scrolling Mindlessly, but with Vibes
After all that wholesome stuff, I reward myself by undoing it with 45 minutes of endless scrolling.
Cat videos.
Instagram reels of strangers dancing with perfect lighting.
Relationship advice from 22-year-olds who’ve never filed taxes.
Do I feel better? No.
Do I stop? Also no.
Do I pretend this is “market research”? Every time.
💭 “Let Me Just Unwind (Before I Rewind Again)”
I clocked out at six, in body, not mind,
Emails still circling, chaos behind.
But somewhere between Netflix and snack I find,
A version of me that starts to unwind.My phone’s on silent, my thoughts are not,
Overthinking dinner and the battles I fought.
But with every deep breath, every rewind—
I sip on silence and slowly unwind.The lights are dim, the playlist flows,
My inner drama queen finally slows.
No productivity. No metrics aligned.
Just me, the stars, and a plan to unwind.I write not to impress, just to survive,
A blog, a note, a thought kept alive.
No filters, no edits, just a tired mind—
Emptying itself to truly unwind.Maggi on the stove, hope in the air,
Loose t-shirt, messy bun, zero flair.
The world’s on fire but I’ve resigned,
To one goal tonight—to simply unwind.A book in hand, a song on repeat,
I cancel the world and claim this seat.
While others chase goals, I’ve resigned,
To chasing calm and choosing to unwind.Sometimes I scroll, sometimes I stare,
Sometimes I dream of relocating to nowhere.
But in all that madness, I always find—
A rhythm, a reason, a space to unwind.So here’s to the hours post 9 PM,
Where ambition ends and I say “ahem.”
Let me flop, let me crash, let me not be defined—
By anything else but my right to unwind.
🎯 Final Thoughts?
I don’t unwind.
I stage a one-man variety show with zero tickets sold but full emotional release.
It’s not pretty.
It’s not productive.
But it’s mine.
Because healing isn’t linear.
Sometimes, it’s a Netflix queue, a badly tuned guitar, and a late-night post that says,
“This is enough for today.”
Yours in slippers, sarcasm, and self-soothing chaos,
🚀 Lucifer Morningstar
💬 How do you unwind? What’s your weird, wonderful ritual for staying sane in a world that’s permanently buffering? Tell me
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