I finally decided to stop scrolling through social media late at night and get my life together, so I switched to reading self-help books. Now, I just lie awake in bed feeling even worse about my life choices because I realized I’m basically a walking cliché in a motivational quote. Like, sure, I’ve got dreams, but apparently, ‘manifesting’ doesn’t mean binge-watching Netflix and hoping for the be...
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 I’m completely unprepared for. Why do we do this to ourselves? Isn’t life too short to pretend we care about fictional characters when there are actual human beings to ignore?
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 I’m completely unprepared for. Why do we do this to ourselves? Isn’t life too short to pretend we care about fictional characters when there are actual human beings to ignore?
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?”...