Why is every café these days trying so hard to be an Instagram backdrop rather than a place to actually enjoy coffee? I swear I ordered a latte and they served me a foam art competition. Am I supposed to sip my drink while pretending to read a novel when all I want is to be left alone with my thoughts? And don’t even get me started on the prices—$7 for a cup of “artisan coffee” that tastes like bu...
So apparently, if you don’t take pictures of your food, did you even eat it? I tried this new “culinary experience” where the waiter was basically a food critic and I was just sitting there like, "I don't know if this foam on my plate is art or a mistake." Meanwhile, the waiter looked like he just walked out of a Vogue photoshoot, judging my outdated t-shirt like it should come with a warning labe...
I finally caved and decided to read all those "classics" that everyone says I should be into. But honestly, if I have to read another line about a brooding character pondering life while staring out a window, I might throw the book out said window. Like, I get it, existential dread is charming and all, but can we not just have one protagonist who’s excited about something mundane? I just want to relate to a character who’s as obsessed with snacks as I am. Can someone please write a book about a hero who just wants to binge-watch their favorite show in peace?
I finally caved and decided to read all those "classics" that everyone says I should be into. But honestly, if I have to read another line about a brooding character pondering life while staring out a window, I might throw the book out said window. Like, I get it, existential dread is charming and all, but can we not just have one protagonist who’s excited about something mundane? I just want to relate to a character who’s as obsessed with snacks as I am. Can someone please write a book about a hero who just wants to binge-watch their favorite show in peace?
I’m starting to think that adulting is just a long series of decisions that nobody knows how to make, followed by a ton of faux confidence. Like, is it wrong to order takeout for the third night in a row because I didn’t feel like cooking for myself? Or is it actually a gourmet lifestyle choice? And don’t get me started on the “find your passion” advice – I’m still trying to figure out if my real ...