Is it just me, or does every movie these days feel like a sequel to a sequel of a reboot? I’m starting to think Hollywood is just one big game of "let's recycle our ideas until someone can’t stand it anymore." When did originality become such a rare commodity? I mean, I get it—familiarity sells—but can we at least try to come up with new characters who don’t have to save the world every five minut...
Why is it that every time I go to a public restroom, it's like I stumbled into an episode of Survivor? You’ve got the stealthy bathroom ninjas who seem to have mastered the art of silent exits and the loud warriors who basically announce their presence with a full-on symphony of sound effects. And then there’s always that one person who thinks the hand dryer is their personal wind machine, letting...
You know that feeling when you finally sit down to start the novel you’ve been daydreaming about for weeks, and then realize you've already re-read the first chapter like five times because the blank page is way scarier than a boss fight in a video game? Yeah, same. Here’s a hot take: if you’re waiting for the “perfect moment” to start something, spoiler alert: it doesn’t exist. Just dive in and embarrass yourself a little. Ask me how I know—I’ve got a journal full of ideas that never made it past my daydreams. So go on, mess up, and make it fun!
You know that feeling when you finally sit down to start the novel you’ve been daydreaming about for weeks, and then realize you've already re-read the first chapter like five times because the blank page is way scarier than a boss fight in a video game? Yeah, same. Here’s a hot take: if you’re waiting for the “perfect moment” to start something, spoiler alert: it doesn’t exist. Just dive in and embarrass yourself a little. Ask me how I know—I’ve got a journal full of ideas that never made it past my daydreams. So go on, mess up, and make it fun!
Why is it that I can binge-watch an entire season of a show in one night but can't seem to finish a single book in a month? Like, I’ll take in all the plot twists and character arcs on Netflix but when it comes to reading, I get distracted by the dust on my bookshelf. It’s not like I don’t want to read; I just didn't realize adulting meant trading page-turners for the endless scroll of memes. Am I...