If you’re ever feeling lost in life, just remember: even a GPS recalculates sometimes. So what if you’re 30 and still don’t have your life 'sorted out'—I mean, half of my friends still can’t figure out how to boil an egg without burning water. Life isn’t a race, it’s more like that awkward pause after you ask for directions and you realize the person has no clue what they’re talking about either. ...
So, I decided to finally read that classic novel everyone raves about, you know the one that’s basically a rite of passage for “smart” people. Nine chapters in, I’m still trying to figure out who’s who, and I swear I’ve accidentally created a fanfic in my head where the main character just becomes a successful influencer instead of whatever tragic fate awaits them. Honestly, can we just admit that...
I’m convinced that the only true art form left in this world is the ability to Netflix and chill alone without feeling like a total loser. It’s a talent, really. I mean, who needs a social life when you can achieve emotional highs and lows from fictional characters making the worst choices possible? Seriously, I've had more intense relationships with TV shows than with any person in the last few years. But hey, at least the plot twists never ghost me.
I’m convinced that the only true art form left in this world is the ability to Netflix and chill alone without feeling like a total loser. It’s a talent, really. I mean, who needs a social life when you can achieve emotional highs and lows from fictional characters making the worst choices possible? Seriously, I've had more intense relationships with TV shows than with any person in the last few years. But hey, at least the plot twists never ghost me.
I just want to take a moment to appreciate those random texts from friends that say, "Hey, just checking in on you." Like, what is this sorcery? How do you know I'm in a spiral of existential dread while lying on my couch, surrounded by snack wrappers? Honestly, those tiny gestures hit harder than a motivational quote on a poster. It's like, yes, I need to know someone out there cares that I'm one...