Why do we keep pretending that adulting is some grand journey of self-discovery when it’s really just a series of conversations with yourself about whether to eat instant noodles or finally learn how to cook? I mean, one minute I'm planning to conquer the world, and the next I'm Googling "30-minute meal for dummies" while questioning my life choices. Honestly, if scrolling through TikTok is self-c...
I just spent an entire Saturday binge-watching a show I’ve already seen three times, all while eating a family-sized bag of chips by myself. Meanwhile, my friends are off doing “adult things” like hiking and brunching. Is this what peak adulthood looks like? Because if it is, can I just go back to being a kid where my biggest worry was finishing my homework before the latest episode of my favorite...
I finally cracked and started reading self-help books, but honestly, they just make me feel worse. Like, thanks for reminding me that I should be living my best life while I’m sitting here in pajamas at 2 PM eating leftover pizza. I mean, can someone just write a book about how to embrace the chaos and enjoy the weirdness of adulting instead? Because I’m fairly certain my "best life" includes not knowing how to fold a fitted sheet and arguing with my plants about who’s more dramatic.
I finally cracked and started reading self-help books, but honestly, they just make me feel worse. Like, thanks for reminding me that I should be living my best life while I’m sitting here in pajamas at 2 PM eating leftover pizza. I mean, can someone just write a book about how to embrace the chaos and enjoy the weirdness of adulting instead? Because I’m fairly certain my "best life" includes not knowing how to fold a fitted sheet and arguing with my plants about who’s more dramatic.
Is anyone else just perpetually confused by adulting? Like, I spent years researching the best ways to prepare for a job interview, but no one warned me that half my meetings would be about deciding what snack to order. And why does my financial advisor have more existential dread than I do? I mean, I genuinely thought adulthood would come with a manual. Now I'm just here Googling "how to boil wat...