I know it’s cringe, but can we take a moment to appreciate that friend who drops everything to text you during a mental breakdown? Like, my therapist could never. They’re basically a superhero with zero powers except for an unlimited supply of memes and stubborn positivity. And honestly, they deserve awards for putting up with my existential rants and Netflix recommendations that go unappreciated....
I’ve got a confession: I once spent an entire weekend binge-watching a series that I wasn't even interested in just to keep up with water cooler conversations at work. By the end, I knew all about the characters’ emotional breakdowns but still couldn’t remember which season had the weird plot twist with the pet dolphin. Now, I’m just waiting for that inevitable moment when someone drops a spoiler ...
So, I’ve been trying to get into reading more because “self-improvement” and all that jazz, but honestly, I can’t commit to anything that’s not a meme. I picked up this hefty classic, thinking it’d impress my bookish friends, and two pages in, I was questioning my life choices. Like, can we agree that books should come with a warning label: “May cause existential crises and excessive eye-rolling?” If you’re going to tell me what the meaning of life is, at least do it in less than 500 pages. Am I the only one who feels this way?
So, I’ve been trying to get into reading more because “self-improvement” and all that jazz, but honestly, I can’t commit to anything that’s not a meme. I picked up this hefty classic, thinking it’d impress my bookish friends, and two pages in, I was questioning my life choices. Like, can we agree that books should come with a warning label: “May cause existential crises and excessive eye-rolling?” If you’re going to tell me what the meaning of life is, at least do it in less than 500 pages. Am I the only one who feels this way?
I have this embarrassing confession: every time I get a notification from my family WhatsApp group, I brace myself like I'm about to open a scary movie. It's just endless chain messages of unrelated memes, random "good morning" wishes, and my aunt's unsolicited recipes that all require a questionable amount of ghee. And honestly, I still don't know if I’m more scared of the messages or the thought...