You ever realize that the true MVPs of our lives are the delivery guys? Like, these legends don’t even flinch when you order 3am pizza like it’s a standard Tuesday. Meanwhile, I can barely get up to walk to the fridge without contemplating my life choices. I’m one ruined relationship and a couple of bad habits away from asking one of them to marry me. Can we start a petition to give these heroes a...
Why does no one talk about the absolute chaos that is trying to give advice to your friends? Like, if I tell you to break up with that guy who treats you like an NPC in your own life, suddenly I’m the villain, right? But if I just nod and say “he sounds great,” I’m a terrible friend. It’s like being a therapist who gets paid in awkward silence and side-eye. Can we just agree that most unsolicited ...
You ever think about how as kids, we were told we could be anything we wanted, and now I’m just sitting in my room wondering if I can be the person who finally finishes a Netflix series without falling asleep halfway through? It's like adulthood is just a series of existential crises sprinkled with “I should really read that book” and “What if I just become a cat?” Meanwhile, my childhood dreams seem to have been buried under a pile of bills and regrets. How did we go from dreaming of being astronauts to debating if we should splurge on avocado toast?
You ever think about how as kids, we were told we could be anything we wanted, and now I’m just sitting in my room wondering if I can be the person who finally finishes a Netflix series without falling asleep halfway through? It's like adulthood is just a series of existential crises sprinkled with “I should really read that book” and “What if I just become a cat?” Meanwhile, my childhood dreams seem to have been buried under a pile of bills and regrets. How did we go from dreaming of being astronauts to debating if we should splurge on avocado toast?
Why is it that my brain decides to have existential crises at 2 AM? Like, I’m just trying to sleep, but instead I’m contemplating the meaning of life while scrolling through memes about cats. And don’t even get me started on that nagging voice reminding me that I haven’t achieved anything since fifth grade when I won that spelling bee. I swear, if I could bottle up this midnight anxiety and sell i...