Is it just me, or do we treat our phones like they're fragile little creatures that need constant pampering? I mean, I dropped mine once and it was like I crashed a wedding and the bride fainted. Why do we get so worked up over a cracked screen when we’ll willingly run 10 miles with the wrong shoes on? Also, can we talk about how our parents still think of our phones as supercomputers? Like, Aunti...
Why do I keep buying books I'll never read? I have a stack that's basically a monument to my good intentions and procrastination. It's like I think owning them will magically turn me into a wise philosopher, but instead, I just end up binging cat videos on YouTube. Am I alone in this or is there a secret club of “Book Collectors Who Never Read”?
I have a confession: I only read the first few chapters of every self-help book I've bought. I start off all motivated, like “this time I’ll change my life!” but by chapter three, I’m usually working through the existential crisis that I didn’t realize I had. The irony is that I could probably write my own self-help book: “How to Be a Hot Mess and Still Keep Buying Books.” The worst part? The books are still sitting on my shelf, judging me.
I have a confession: I only read the first few chapters of every self-help book I've bought. I start off all motivated, like “this time I’ll change my life!” but by chapter three, I’m usually working through the existential crisis that I didn’t realize I had. The irony is that I could probably write my own self-help book: “How to Be a Hot Mess and Still Keep Buying Books.” The worst part? The books are still sitting on my shelf, judging me.
I just realized that my favorite way to appreciate my friends is by making fun of them. Like, if I’m not roasting you about your love life choices or your obsession with pineapple on pizza, do I even care? It's basically my love language. Seriously though, there’s something so comforting about being able to tease each other and still know we’d drop everything if one of us needed help. So here’s to...