So, I just finished binging an entire series during a weekend. I mean, who doesn’t love the thrill of living a whole other life in 8 hours? But then Monday hits, and I’m trying to have a normal conversation with my boss while still processing the fact that I just watched a character die who I thought was invincible. Like, how do I explain the emotional breakdown when they're asking for the status ...
You ever notice how giving advice is basically just you passing along your own regrets wrapped in a nice little bow? Like, “Don’t date a musician, they’ll break your heart and then your living room when they forget to pay rent.” But here I am, still swiping right on them like I’m in an episode of a rom-com gone horribly wrong. Honestly, the best advice I can give is to avoid taking advice altogeth...
I’ve officially reached the point in life where I prefer giving advice over taking it. So here’s a hot take: if your friends can’t handle you being a little extra or a little weird, they’re probably not the real ones. Like, if I can’t text you at 3 AM about my existential crisis and you still love me after I send you ten memes about it, then we really need to reevaluate this friendship. Seriously, life's too short for anything less than full-on chaos with your ride-or-dies. Anyone else feel this way or am I just over here in my own silly little world?
I’ve officially reached the point in life where I prefer giving advice over taking it. So here’s a hot take: if your friends can’t handle you being a little extra or a little weird, they’re probably not the real ones. Like, if I can’t text you at 3 AM about my existential crisis and you still love me after I send you ten memes about it, then we really need to reevaluate this friendship. Seriously, life's too short for anything less than full-on chaos with your ride-or-dies. Anyone else feel this way or am I just over here in my own silly little world?
Someone once told me that "good things come to those who wait," and I spent three years waiting for my love life to kickstart. Turns out, all I got was a collection of weird Tinder dates and a newfound appreciation for pizza—because at least it never ghosted me. If you’re out there waiting for a sign, here’s your wake-up call: 90% of the time, the person you’re waiting for is probably still swipin...