You ever notice how grocery shopping is basically a game of “How much of this can I put in my cart without actually needing it?” Like, why do I suddenly need six different flavors of hummus? Meanwhile, every time I try to be healthy and buy kale, it ends up wilting in the fridge while I’m polishing off a family-sized bag of chips. And God forbid you go on a Sunday afternoon; it’s like everyone in ...
Why do we spend so much time worrying about how others perceive us? Like, I could be saving all that energy for more important things, like figuring out why my favorite pizza place suddenly thinks pineapple is a legitimate topping. I mean, if I can make peace with my Netflix recommendations going downhill, can’t I just live my life without worrying if my shoes don’t match my belt? But here I am, s...
I just realized that as an adult, my idea of a wild night is now just finishing my chores and getting to bed by 10 PM. Like, what happened to those nights when I’d party until dawn? Now I get excited when I find a new laundry detergent. Is this what growing up looks like or have I just accepted defeat? I mean, if I don’t celebrate the triumph of a clean house with a glass of wine, did I even live?
I just realized that as an adult, my idea of a wild night is now just finishing my chores and getting to bed by 10 PM. Like, what happened to those nights when I’d party until dawn? Now I get excited when I find a new laundry detergent. Is this what growing up looks like or have I just accepted defeat? I mean, if I don’t celebrate the triumph of a clean house with a glass of wine, did I even live?
Is it just me, or do video games give us the illusion of control over our chaotic lives? Like, in an RPG, I can save the world and level up, but in reality, I struggle to level up my laundry game. Honestly, my biggest victory is figuring out what to eat for dinner without resorting to microwaving last week’s pizza. And don’t even get me started on “just one more level” turning into a 5-hour binge....