I’ve officially reached the point in life where I prefer giving advice over taking it. So here’s a hot take: if your friends can’t handle you being a little extra or a little weird, they’re probably not the real ones. Like, if I can’t text you at 3 AM about my existential crisis and you still love me after I send you ten memes about it, then we really need to reevaluate this friendship. Seriously,...
Someone once told me that "good things come to those who wait," and I spent three years waiting for my love life to kickstart. Turns out, all I got was a collection of weird Tinder dates and a newfound appreciation for pizza—because at least it never ghosted me. If you’re out there waiting for a sign, here’s your wake-up call: 90% of the time, the person you’re waiting for is probably still swipin...
You ever notice how adulting is just a series of “what the heck am I doing?” moments strung together? Like, I’ll wake up in the morning, chug coffee like it’s a life source, and then proceed to spend an hour deciding if today is a “wear real pants” day or if I’m going to pull off the “I’m still in my pajamas but maybe I’ll put on a cute top for the Zoom call” vibe. And let’s not even talk about how my plants are thriving more than I am—seriously, they’re all like "look at me, I have my life together!" while I’m over here arguing with my laundry basket like it’s not just a pile of regrets.
You ever notice how adulting is just a series of “what the heck am I doing?” moments strung together? Like, I’ll wake up in the morning, chug coffee like it’s a life source, and then proceed to spend an hour deciding if today is a “wear real pants” day or if I’m going to pull off the “I’m still in my pajamas but maybe I’ll put on a cute top for the Zoom call” vibe. And let’s not even talk about how my plants are thriving more than I am—seriously, they’re all like "look at me, I have my life together!" while I’m over here arguing with my laundry basket like it’s not just a pile of regrets.
I’ve been thinking… why is it that every time I decide to eat healthy, my fridge suddenly turns into a graveyard for those sad little veggies I bought with good intentions? Like, who knew broccoli could look so judgmental? Meanwhile, my pantry is like a glittering treasure chest of snacks that I ignore until the 10 PM cravings hit and I start having an existential crisis over chips vs popcorn. I s...