So here’s the thing about giving advice: most of the time, it's just a glorified way of saying, “I have no idea what I'm talking about, but here’s my opinion!” Like, when my friend asked how to handle her breakup, I was like, "Just focus on self-care!" Meanwhile, I was sitting on my couch eating ice cream straight from the tub while binge-watching a show about people making terrible life choices. ...
Why do we, as a society, think that asking someone "What do you do?" is a personality trait? Like, my job doesn’t define me, Karen! I could be a professional napper or a full-time pizza enthusiast for all you know. Can we agree to ask something more interesting, like “What’s your most embarrassing moment?” or “If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I need deep...
I have this totally irrational fear that if I start a new hobby like painting or pottery, my entire life will pivot into a chaotic journey of failed projects and abandoned dreams. Like, one minute I’m trying to make a clay mug, and the next I’m spiraling into an existential crisis over why my "masterpiece" looks like a deformed potato. Anyone else secretly terrified of becoming the world's worst artist while just trying to find a creative outlet? Send help or at least a decent paintbrush!
I have this totally irrational fear that if I start a new hobby like painting or pottery, my entire life will pivot into a chaotic journey of failed projects and abandoned dreams. Like, one minute I’m trying to make a clay mug, and the next I’m spiraling into an existential crisis over why my "masterpiece" looks like a deformed potato. Anyone else secretly terrified of becoming the world's worst artist while just trying to find a creative outlet? Send help or at least a decent paintbrush!
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else has that moment in the shower where they suddenly solve all of life’s biggest mysteries, only to forget them by the time they towel off. Like, I could be a motivational speaker if only my brain didn’t turn into a soggy sponge the second I step out. And honestly, why do I always think of my most embarrassing moments at 2 AM? Like, do I really need a replay of my 8t...