I just finished reading a book that everyone raved about, and I’m convinced I missed the memo on how to enjoy it. The plot twisted itself so much I thought it was auditioning for a contortionist competition. By the end, I had more questions than when I started. Is it bad that I’d rather re-read the menu from my last takeout than this literary rollercoaster? I mean, at least the menu has clearly de...
I just realized I’ve spent more time in my favorite video game than talking to my own family this year. Like, sorry Mom, but the fate of a virtual kingdom is kind of a bigger deal right now. Why do we keep saying “real life” when this pixelated adventure feels way more fulfilling? Honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I said “just one more level” instead of doing laundry, I wouldn't need to w...
I swear, every time I try to be an adult and organize my life, I end up deep in an internet rabbit hole watching cat videos instead. Like, who decided that getting my life together should be so hard? I can’t even keep a plant alive, but here I am thinking I should start a side hustle. I mean, not even my last DIY project survived a week. Is adulting just a myth or are we all in on some cosmic joke?
I swear, every time I try to be an adult and organize my life, I end up deep in an internet rabbit hole watching cat videos instead. Like, who decided that getting my life together should be so hard? I can’t even keep a plant alive, but here I am thinking I should start a side hustle. I mean, not even my last DIY project survived a week. Is adulting just a myth or are we all in on some cosmic joke?
I’ve come to appreciate the art of awkward silences in conversations. Like, who knew that just sitting there and staring at your coffee while your brain scrambles for words could actually bond people together? It’s like a secret handshake for introverts. I mean, if they can handle my weirdness without feeling the urge to fill the void with small talk, then they’re officially my kind of people. It’...