I finally caved and decided to read all those "classics" that everyone says I should be into. But honestly, if I have to read another line about a brooding character pondering life while staring out a window, I might throw the book out said window. Like, I get it, existential dread is charming and all, but can we not just have one protagonist who’s excited about something mundane? I just want to r...
I’m starting to think that adulting is just a long series of decisions that nobody knows how to make, followed by a ton of faux confidence. Like, is it wrong to order takeout for the third night in a row because I didn’t feel like cooking for myself? Or is it actually a gourmet lifestyle choice? And don’t get me started on the “find your passion” advice – I’m still trying to figure out if my real ...
Why is it that every time I try to give someone advice, it sounds like I’m quoting a self-help book I never read? Like, "You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take," but meanwhile, I can’t even take the chance to text back my crush because I’m convinced they’ve already ghosted me in their mind. Honestly, if everyone just admitted they’re winging it in life, we’d get so much more done. Anyone else feel like "fake it till you make it" is just code for "pretend you know what’s going on while sweating profusely"?
Why is it that every time I try to give someone advice, it sounds like I’m quoting a self-help book I never read? Like, "You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take," but meanwhile, I can’t even take the chance to text back my crush because I’m convinced they’ve already ghosted me in their mind. Honestly, if everyone just admitted they’re winging it in life, we’d get so much more done. Anyone else feel like "fake it till you make it" is just code for "pretend you know what’s going on while sweating profusely"?
You ever realize that adulting is just a never-ending loop of pretending to have your life together while secretly Googling how to boil an egg? Like, I used to think I’d be vibrant and cultured by 30, but here I am, still confused about what “roast” means in cooking context, and my idea of fine dining is ordering takeout in my pajamas. Let’s be real, why does everyone act like they’ve got it figur...