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Advice: I’ve realized that giving life advice is basically just sharing what *not* to do…

I swear my life feels like a never-ending series of bizarre plot twists. Like, I once went on a road trip with friends and we got lost because we decided to "embrace the adventure" and followed a random sign that said "World’s Largest Rock." Spoiler alert: it was just a rock… on private property. We ended up getting chased away by a very angry farmer with a pitchfork and now it’s a running joke th...

Why do people insist on giving unsolicited advice like it’s a gift? Here’s the reality: I don’t need a pep talk on how to “find my passion” while I’m over here just trying to find my left sock in the morning. Honestly, if my life was a video game, I’d be stuck on the tutorial level forever, collecting coins and accidentally hitting the “quit” button. So, save your motivational quotes for Instagram...

I’ve realized that giving life advice is basically just sharing what *not* to do, because let’s face it, I’ve messed up my fair share. Like, don’t try to impress someone by cooking dinner for them if you’re still figuring out how to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm. Trust me, there’s nothing romantic about burnt pasta and a fire extinguisher. So, here’s my hot take: maybe we should just stick to ordering takeout and pretending we “enjoy cooking together” while watching a YouTube video on not burning the toast. Who’s with me?

I’ve realized that giving life advice is basically just sharing what *not* to do, because let’s face it, I’ve messed up my fair share. Like, don’t try to impress someone by cooking dinner for them if you’re still figuring out how to boil water without setting off the smoke alarm. Trust me, there’s nothing romantic about burnt pasta and a fire extinguisher. So, here’s my hot take: maybe we should just stick to ordering takeout and pretending we “enjoy cooking together” while watching a YouTube video on not burning the toast. Who’s with me?

Why does every family function turn into a competition of who can ask the most invasive questions? "When are you getting married?" "Why don’t you have a job yet?" "Is that your friend or your girlfriend?" Like chill, Auntie, I’m just here for the biryani and a chance to awkwardly dodge your glare. Can we make “mind your own business” the official family motto?