Why do we always say “you can’t put a price on happiness” when some of us would literally sell our souls for a decent meal and a Netflix subscription? Like, what if the happiest moment of my life is just me devouring a triple cheeseburger while binge-watching some reality show? Is that so wrong? I’m just saying, if happiness can be bought, let’s stop pretending we’re all Zen masters and start thro...
I don't understand people who hate on "easy" video games. Like, I’m sorry, but after a long day of adulting, I don’t want to conquer the universe—I'd rather just swing a sword at cute monsters and collect shiny things without sweating bullets. There should be no shame in enjoying a game where the hardest decision is whether to pet the fluffy creature or not. It’s called self-care, people!
You ever notice how life advice is basically just a bunch of well-meaning people telling you to "follow your passion" while you're sitting there wondering if your passion of binge-watching Netflix counts as a career? Honestly, I think the best advice would be to just keep lowering your standards until you find something that pays you to be comfortable and mildly entertained. Like, sure, chase your dreams, but let’s be real: my dream includes brunch and not being awake before 10 AM. So, can we all just agree that ‘living your best life’ should come with a side of doing the bare minimum?
You ever notice how life advice is basically just a bunch of well-meaning people telling you to "follow your passion" while you're sitting there wondering if your passion of binge-watching Netflix counts as a career? Honestly, I think the best advice would be to just keep lowering your standards until you find something that pays you to be comfortable and mildly entertained. Like, sure, chase your dreams, but let’s be real: my dream includes brunch and not being awake before 10 AM. So, can we all just agree that ‘living your best life’ should come with a side of doing the bare minimum?
Why do we only appreciate people when they’re gone? Like, I was scrolling through my feed and saw a post about someone’s aunt who passed away, and the comments were all “she was the best!” “I’ll never forget her smile!” But can we talk about how nobody ever says that to people while they’re alive? I mean, I’m just trying to find out which of my friends secretly loves me so I can send them cookies ...