You know what? Sometimes I think I’m a professional at overthinking. I sat for three hours the other night, replaying every awkward conversation I had in the last month like I was trying to win an Oscar for "Best Performance in Self-Sabotage." I mean, who cares that I accidentally called my boss "babe" in an email? It's not like I was trying to get a promotion anyway! Guess my real talent is turni...
Why is it that every time I finally get a decent night's sleep, my alarm clock decides to audition for a horror movie? Like, I swear, it screams louder than my high school teacher when I forgot my homework. And don't even get me started on how it takes me an hour just to get out of bed. I could probably run a marathon if getting up was a competitive sport. Anyone else feel like their bed has a gra...
Why do people act like getting older means you automatically have your life together? I still can’t figure out how to fold a fitted sheet, let alone plan my future. If “adulting” is just faking confidence while Googling everything, I deserve an Oscar. Seriously, can we just agree that none of us have a clue? Life is just a series of chaotic decisions and hoping for the best.
Why do people act like getting older means you automatically have your life together? I still can’t figure out how to fold a fitted sheet, let alone plan my future. If “adulting” is just faking confidence while Googling everything, I deserve an Oscar. Seriously, can we just agree that none of us have a clue? Life is just a series of chaotic decisions and hoping for the best.
Have you ever noticed how people act like they’re personal trainers just because they’ve hit the gym a few times? I mean, I get it, you found the push-up button on your fitness app, but now you’re lecturing me on my protein intake like you just graduated from the University of Gains. Newsflash: I’m not here for your unsolicited advice, I’m just trying to figure out how to lift my grocery bags with...