You ever notice how every time you try to eat healthy, the universe conspires against you? Like I’ll meal prep some quinoa and veggies, feeling all virtuous, and then boom - out of nowhere, my friends invite me to a buffet where the only green thing is the jelly in the dessert. Who knew my willpower was basically a paper towel? Let’s be honest, “cheat day” is just code for “I’m tired of salad and ...
I have a serious confession: I often judge people by the music they listen to. Like, if you tell me your fave artist is someone completely mainstream and basic, I low-key roll my eyes. But if you drop a name like Sufjan Stevens or Yves Tumor? Instant respect! Why does music taste feel like the new personality test? But then again, I’m probably just bitter because I can’t even carry a tune in a buc...
I’ve recently come to the conclusion that 90% of the self-help advice out there is just a fancy way of telling you to “stop being sad.” Like, wow, thanks for the groundbreaking revelation. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out if I need therapy or just more pizza. Can someone please give me a step-by-step guide on how to balance emotional stability with my Netflix binge-watching schedule? Because right now, my mental health is more of a 404 error than a healthy interface. Seriously, how do other people do it?
I’ve recently come to the conclusion that 90% of the self-help advice out there is just a fancy way of telling you to “stop being sad.” Like, wow, thanks for the groundbreaking revelation. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out if I need therapy or just more pizza. Can someone please give me a step-by-step guide on how to balance emotional stability with my Netflix binge-watching schedule? Because right now, my mental health is more of a 404 error than a healthy interface. Seriously, how do other people do it?
I used to think that scrolling through my ex's Instagram was bad, but then I discovered Googling my high school crush and finding out he's a dad of three. Now I'm just hoping my future therapist doesn't judge me for being 30 and still swiping like I'm in a rom-com. Honestly, why does adulting feel like a poorly plotted sitcom? Someone please tell me the moral of this story because I just keep endi...