Isn’t it wild how we spend our childhood dreaming about the future, but by our 30s we're just trying to remember where we left our keys? I swear my life is just a series of "what day is it?" and "did I eat lunch today?" moments. Like, can someone explain how being an adult involves more paperwork than my entire school life combined? I’m starting to think that growing up was just a giant prank set ...
I started a book club thinking it would be all cozy vibes and deep literary discussions. Fast forward to three weeks later, and we’re just arguing over who’s more annoying: the author or their characters. I mean, if I wanted to hear people scream about fictional drama, I’d just rewatch my high school’s production of Romeo and Juliet. At this point, I’m pretty sure half of us only showed up to drin...
I’m convinced that most "life advice" is just a fancy way of saying, "I figured this out way too late and want you to suffer with me." Like, how is it possible that we’re told to save for retirement when I can barely save enough for a weekend brunch? Also, why is no one talking about how scary it is to be an adult? I mean, one minute you’re making TikToks with your friends, and the next minute you're Googling “how to fix a leaky faucet” like it's a final exam. Can we just agree that adulting is a trap?
I’m convinced that most "life advice" is just a fancy way of saying, "I figured this out way too late and want you to suffer with me." Like, how is it possible that we’re told to save for retirement when I can barely save enough for a weekend brunch? Also, why is no one talking about how scary it is to be an adult? I mean, one minute you’re making TikToks with your friends, and the next minute you're Googling “how to fix a leaky faucet” like it's a final exam. Can we just agree that adulting is a trap?
Why do we act like we’re all adults in our 30s when deep down we’re still just kids Googling how to boil an egg? Like, who decided that “move out and get your life together” was the adulting handbook? I still ask my mom for cooking tips and panic if I have to interact with anyone outside my friend group. Am I the only one questioning if I’m actually just living in a long episode of a life sitcom?