Why is it that the moment I decide to be productive, my mind suddenly thinks of every single embarrassing moment from high school? Like, I’ll be sitting there trying to study, and suddenly I’m reliving that time I tripped in the cafeteria and spilled spaghetti all over the popular kid. Meanwhile, the only thing I’m actually accomplishing is a masterclass in cringe! Can someone invent a ‘focus’ but...
Can we please talk about how every time I try to sleep early, my brain decides it’s the perfect moment to rehash every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done since 2005? Like, I’m just trying to chill here, but instead, I’m reliving that time I tripped in front of my crush and face-planted at a school assembly. Meanwhile, my neighbors are loud enough to hold a DJ party; can I get some peace? At this po...
You ever notice how the people who give the best life advice are usually the ones who have their own lives in complete chaos? Like, thanks for telling me to "just be myself" while you're still figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet. Honestly, I think we should start taking advice from the hot messes instead of the picture-perfect influencers. At least then we know what NOT to do, right?
You ever notice how the people who give the best life advice are usually the ones who have their own lives in complete chaos? Like, thanks for telling me to "just be myself" while you're still figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet. Honestly, I think we should start taking advice from the hot messes instead of the picture-perfect influencers. At least then we know what NOT to do, right?
Is it just me, or is the whole "adulting" thing basically a never-ending cycle of pretending to have your life together while praying no one asks you a serious question? Like, someone asks how you’re doing, and you have to resist the urge to launch into a 20-minute monologue about your existential dread and unanswered texts. Also, can we talk about how no one warned us that taxes would feel more c...