Is it just me or does turning 30 feel like someone handed you a manual on adulting that you never asked for? Like, suddenly I'm expected to have my whole life figured out while still binge-watching cartoons and wondering if I should finally go to a dentist. Meanwhile, my friends are just as lost but pretending they’ve got it together, posting #success photos on social media while back at home, we’...
I just found out that some people actually fold their laundry right after it comes out of the dryer. Meanwhile, my clean clothes have reached a level of entropy that could rival the universe's expansion. It's like every time I try to be an adult, the universe just throws a pile of socks in my face and says, "Nah, you’re good." Honestly, at this point, I’m just waiting for someone to invent a robot...
I don’t understand people who say they don’t like reading. Like, bro, have you ever tried opening a book that doesn’t involve a textbook or a syllabus? There’s a whole universe out there, and you’re out here arguing about which reality TV show is best? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for trash TV, but there's something magical about getting lost in a story where the only limit is your imagination. And let’s be real, a good book is basically a first-class ticket to *anywhere* but this chaotic life we’re living.
I don’t understand people who say they don’t like reading. Like, bro, have you ever tried opening a book that doesn’t involve a textbook or a syllabus? There’s a whole universe out there, and you’re out here arguing about which reality TV show is best? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for trash TV, but there's something magical about getting lost in a story where the only limit is your imagination. And let’s be real, a good book is basically a first-class ticket to *anywhere* but this chaotic life we’re living.
I had a terrifying realization the other day: what if my entire life has just been an elaborate setup for a mediocre sitcom? I mean, think about it. My grocery store runs feel like they’re scripted by a writer who’s out of ideas, and my attempts at adulting resemble the cringe-worthy moments that pop up during a family gathering. Like, who actually spends 20 minutes trying to decide between soy an...