So, I finally decided to go on a solo trip, thinking I’d discover myself or something deep like that. First night, I accidentally booked a hotel with a "shared bathroom"… let’s just say “shared” means 12 strangers forming a line like we were at an amusement park waiting for the world's most terrifying ride. I spent the entire night holding it in, contemplating my life choices while trying not to m...
You ever just sit down to binge your favorite show and realize that the characters are better friends to each other than most of your actual friends? Like, how is it that fictional people can have deeper conversations and more genuine laughs than my entire friend group? Sometimes I feel like I need to take notes from these screenwriters. I mean, it's the only way I can figure out why my friends gh...
I genuinely believe that no one really appreciates how ridiculous our obsession with travel influencers has become. Like, I took a trip to Bali and my friend spent 3 hours setting up the perfect shot of her avocado toast while I was over there battling a monkey for my sunglasses. Meanwhile, these influencers are out here making it look effortless, while I’m just over here sweaty and wishing I had packed fewer shoes. Can we mayyybe just appreciate the real struggles we go through? Like, is it too much to just show a pic of me face down in the hotel bed after a long day of exploring instead of, you know, looking cute with some palm leaves?
I genuinely believe that no one really appreciates how ridiculous our obsession with travel influencers has become. Like, I took a trip to Bali and my friend spent 3 hours setting up the perfect shot of her avocado toast while I was over there battling a monkey for my sunglasses. Meanwhile, these influencers are out here making it look effortless, while I’m just over here sweaty and wishing I had packed fewer shoes. Can we mayyybe just appreciate the real struggles we go through? Like, is it too much to just show a pic of me face down in the hotel bed after a long day of exploring instead of, you know, looking cute with some palm leaves?
I mean, can we just agree that giving unsolicited advice is the ultimate form of modern torture? Like, I don’t need your 10-step plan for happiness when I can barely find my other sock. And can we acknowledge that the people who give relationship advice are often the ones with the most chaotic dating lives? Maybe just keep your “wisdom” to yourself and let me figure out how not to trip over my own...