Can we talk about those people who act like they’ve been blessed with some divine fashion sense because they wear all black? Like, congrats on your commitment to angst, but just because your wardrobe screams “I’m here to summon the dark lord” doesn’t mean you’re a style icon. Meanwhile, I’m over here looking like a confused crayon box trying to figure out if I’m feeling “day-glo” or “comfortable p...
Isn't it wild how we go through life collecting these tiny moments that somehow shape us? Like, one minute you're a carefree kid with dreams of being an astronaut, and the next you're sitting in a cubicle wondering if you even know how to adult. And can we talk about the existential dread that hits at 3 AM when you realize you still don't know what you want to do with your life? It's like the univ...
Why is it that every time I decide to be a responsible adult and sort my life out, I end up deep diving into a 5-hour YouTube rabbit hole of conspiracy theories about whether or not birds are actually government drones? Like, I could've been cleaning my closet or, I don’t know, actually doing something productive, but nope—I'm over here questioning the authenticity of my own backyard. Honestly, if I don’t see at least one flat Earth documentary in my recommendations this week, am I even living my best life?
Why is it that every time I decide to be a responsible adult and sort my life out, I end up deep diving into a 5-hour YouTube rabbit hole of conspiracy theories about whether or not birds are actually government drones? Like, I could've been cleaning my closet or, I don’t know, actually doing something productive, but nope—I'm over here questioning the authenticity of my own backyard. Honestly, if I don’t see at least one flat Earth documentary in my recommendations this week, am I even living my best life?
I tried to live without my phone for a day, and honestly, I think I deserve a medal. I spent the first hour just staring at walls, wondering how I used to entertain myself before endless scrolling was a thing. By hour three, I accidentally caught myself daydreaming about my Wi-Fi password and debating whether I’d survive a zombie apocalypse with just a library card. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. At this po...