I’m so tired of pretending that I enjoy scrolling through social media. Like, yeah, I love seeing my friends thriving while I'm over here measuring my self-worth in likes and comments. Can we just be honest for a second? All I really want is to get through a day without comparing my life to someone’s perfect vacation pics or their seemingly flawless skin. Gimme a break. Sometimes I just want to po...
It’s funny how everyone has advice for your life but the only ones who need it more than you are those same people giving it. Like, Karen from accounting has been married three times and thinks she’s an expert on relationships. Meanwhile, my life is basically a reality show for “how NOT to date.” Honestly, if you can't even keep your plants alive, maybe don’t preach on my love life? Just saying.
You ever notice how people always say “follow your passion” like it’s as easy as picking a Netflix show? Newsflash: My passion involves sleeping and binge-eating snacks, and I’m pretty sure that won’t pay my rent. Honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I tried to turn a hobby into a career, I’d still be broke but at least I’d have a really nice portfolio of failed attempts! Let’s be real, sometimes it’s about surviving the grind—not chasing dreams that feel more like a Tinder date gone wrong.
You ever notice how people always say “follow your passion” like it’s as easy as picking a Netflix show? Newsflash: My passion involves sleeping and binge-eating snacks, and I’m pretty sure that won’t pay my rent. Honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I tried to turn a hobby into a career, I’d still be broke but at least I’d have a really nice portfolio of failed attempts! Let’s be real, sometimes it’s about surviving the grind—not chasing dreams that feel more like a Tinder date gone wrong.
Why is it that every time I try to be “adult” and cook a healthy meal, I accidentally end up with a kitchen that looks like a food crime scene? Like, I just wanted to sauté some veggies, not declare war on my frying pan. And don’t even get me started on the salad – somehow I always end up with a dish that looks like it’s judging me for my life choices. Seriously, who needs a gym membership when my...