Is anyone else just perpetually confused by adulting? Like, I spent years researching the best ways to prepare for a job interview, but no one warned me that half my meetings would be about deciding what snack to order. And why does my financial advisor have more existential dread than I do? I mean, I genuinely thought adulthood would come with a manual. Now I'm just here Googling "how to boil wat...
I finally decided to try my hand at cooking and let me tell you, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. I thought I was making a simple pasta, but I somehow ended up creating a sauce that looked like the aftermath of a food fight. My smoke alarm is now my biggest fan—seriously, it’s applauding every time I step into the kitchen. And can we talk about how every recipe on the internet is written in some...
If you're constantly stressing about every little decision in your life, let me drop a truth bomb: nobody else is as invested in your choices as you think they are. Seriously, I could pick out a shirt that looks like it survived a paintball match, and my friends will still just be like, “Nice shirt!" Meanwhile, I’m over here spiraling about it. So here’s my advice: just do you, and save the mental energy for more important things, like debating whether pineapple belongs on pizza. Spoiler alert: it does. Fight me.
If you're constantly stressing about every little decision in your life, let me drop a truth bomb: nobody else is as invested in your choices as you think they are. Seriously, I could pick out a shirt that looks like it survived a paintball match, and my friends will still just be like, “Nice shirt!" Meanwhile, I’m over here spiraling about it. So here’s my advice: just do you, and save the mental energy for more important things, like debating whether pineapple belongs on pizza. Spoiler alert: it does. Fight me.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that I once pretended to read a book just to impress someone. Like, I spent an entire first date nodding along while he passionately discussed the “deep themes” in it, and I had no idea it was a cookbook. At this point, I’m basically a "MasterChef" level genius in my mind, but in reality, I can barely boil water without burning it. How did I even get here?