WhisperDog

Appreciation: You ever notice how the person who always complains about the weather is the sam…

I just realized that my entire childhood was basically just me pretending to be a character from my favorite video games and movies. Like, I literally used to run around my backyard with a plastic sword, convinced I was a knight on a quest. Fast forward to now, and I’m in my 30s and still using my imagination—except now it’s to justify ordering takeout instead of cooking. I mean, who needs a gourm...

If you ever feel like everyone around you has their life together, just remember that most people are one break-up or job loss away from a full-blown existential crisis. Seriously, I’m convinced that “adulting” is just a group project where no one knows what they’re doing, and the person who does is too busy to help. So go ahead and skip that perfectly curated Instagram feed; it’s all just a highl...

You ever notice how the person who always complains about the weather is the same one who never leaves their house? Like, dude, I get it, the sun can be harsh, but step into the light once in a while! It’s like they wanna have a weather channel in their living room instead of just going out and experiencing it. I'm just saying, if you hate winter so much, maybe don't build a snowman on your front lawn every year.

You ever notice how the person who always complains about the weather is the same one who never leaves their house? Like, dude, I get it, the sun can be harsh, but step into the light once in a while! It’s like they wanna have a weather channel in their living room instead of just going out and experiencing it. I'm just saying, if you hate winter so much, maybe don't build a snowman on your front lawn every year.

Why is it that every time I finally get into a good book, the universe decides it's the perfect moment for my phone to start buzzing like crazy? Like, excuse me, I didn't sign up for "your friends’ drama" during the climax of a plot twist. And don’t even get me started on how I manage to forget my bookmarks in another dimension, so I’m left using random receipts as a placeholder for my literary jo...