Why does it feel like every time I plan a perfectly chill day in, life decides to throw a curveball? Like, I woke up with the intention of binge-watching my favorite show, and instead, I ended up cleaning my entire house because “guests might drop by.” Who are these imaginary guests and why do they have such power over my leisure time? Can we collectively agree that unannounced visitors should be ...
Can we talk about how every time I try cooking something "simple," I end up questioning my entire life choices? Like, how is boiling pasta somehow a challenge? I feel like I need a degree just to figure out which setting on the stove is "medium heat." And don’t even get me started on those influencer recipes with 20 ingredients – like, who has a kitchen that looks like a mini Whole Foods? I just w...
I have a confession: every time I say I'm into "reading," I mean I’ve been bingeing graphic novels while pretending to have my life together. I buy these thick classics to impress friends, but they just sit on my shelf gathering dust. Meanwhile, I can tell you the entire plot of that new comic series in my bag. Like, why is adulting just a never-ending cycle of pretending we enjoy things we actually don't? Can we just collectively admit that the "to-read" list is mostly a trophy case for our procrastination?
I have a confession: every time I say I'm into "reading," I mean I’ve been bingeing graphic novels while pretending to have my life together. I buy these thick classics to impress friends, but they just sit on my shelf gathering dust. Meanwhile, I can tell you the entire plot of that new comic series in my bag. Like, why is adulting just a never-ending cycle of pretending we enjoy things we actually don't? Can we just collectively admit that the "to-read" list is mostly a trophy case for our procrastination?
Why is it that every time I decide to eat healthy for a week, all my friends suddenly want to have the most elaborate pizza night ever? Like, I can't even enjoy my sad salad in peace without someone waving a slice of cheesy temptation in my face. Is this some kind of conspiracy? And don’t even get me started on the number of ‘cheat days’ that seem to pop up on my calendar—it's like my diet is more...