I don’t know who needs to hear this, but setting boundaries doesn’t make you a bad person. It’s like if a door-to-door salesman knocked on your door at 7 AM and you told him to buzz off instead of inviting him in for coffee. Just because you care about someone doesn’t mean you have to let them drain your energy like a phone on 1%. Trust me, your mental health is more important than someone’s drama...
I honestly think being an adult is just a never-ending cycle of paying bills and pretending to know what you're doing. Like, I’m pretty sure my life is just someone else's poorly written sitcom. And can we talk about how I actually believed that I'd have it all figured out by 30? Now I’m just here, Googling "how to fold a fitted sheet" while still wearing PJs at 3 PM. And don't even get me started...
I have this guilty pleasure of re-watching the same three rom-coms every month like they’re some kind of emotional security blanket. I swear I know the scripts by heart and can quote the cheesy lines better than my own life experiences. But here I am, 25, still waiting for my ‘meet cute’ in the grocery aisle instead of actually talking to anyone in real life. What’s worse is my friends think I’m deep and brooding when really I’m just trying to escape the fact that I can’t even manage a first date without sweating through my shirt. Honestly, why is love so hard when I can binge Netflix without breaking a sweat?
I have this guilty pleasure of re-watching the same three rom-coms every month like they’re some kind of emotional security blanket. I swear I know the scripts by heart and can quote the cheesy lines better than my own life experiences. But here I am, 25, still waiting for my ‘meet cute’ in the grocery aisle instead of actually talking to anyone in real life. What’s worse is my friends think I’m deep and brooding when really I’m just trying to escape the fact that I can’t even manage a first date without sweating through my shirt. Honestly, why is love so hard when I can binge Netflix without breaking a sweat?
Why is it that every time I try to be an adult and get my life together, the universe throws me a curveball? Like, I just spent hours organizing my closet, thinking I’m finally winning at life, and then my vacuum cleaner breaks as I’m trying to clean up the inevitable mess that comes with adulting. Meanwhile, my bank account is performing its best sad violin concerto after I tried to treat myself ...