Can we talk about how the entire world collectively forgot how to park? I mean, I just witnessed someone trying to fit a sedan into a space meant for a bicycle. Is there a secret competition I'm not aware of? Why does every parking lot feel like a scene from a bad action movie where everyone’s a stunt driver? Meanwhile, my own car is just silently judging me as I circle the lot for the 12th time, ...
I just realized that my phone has become my therapist. Like, I can’t express my feelings to actual people, but I’ll type out a full breakdown of my life to my notes app and suddenly feel like I’ve solved all my problems. Seriously, my phone deserves an award for putting up with my late-night existential crises and my inability to figure out if I should have pancakes or a salad for breakfast. If on...
I literally just spent an entire afternoon cleaning my room, only to stumble across a pizza box I somehow forgot was under my bed. I mean, who am I even fooling here? I thought I was organizing my life, but really I just created a shrine to my procrastination skills. At this point, my future self might need therapy for the trauma of having to deal with past-me’s messes. Anyone else have a secret room in their life that could qualify for a reality show?
I literally just spent an entire afternoon cleaning my room, only to stumble across a pizza box I somehow forgot was under my bed. I mean, who am I even fooling here? I thought I was organizing my life, but really I just created a shrine to my procrastination skills. At this point, my future self might need therapy for the trauma of having to deal with past-me’s messes. Anyone else have a secret room in their life that could qualify for a reality show?
I’m convinced that giving advice is just a fancy way of saying, “I have no idea what I’m talking about but here’s my opinion anyway.” Like, who decided that unsolicited life tips from a person with their own drama are worth listening to? It’s like asking a cat how to train a dog. But here I am, giving my two cents on relationships when I can’t even keep my houseplants alive. My therapist must be r...