You ever get that sinking feeling when you realize your life is basically a series of "Guess I'll just have to figure this out" moments? Honestly, just winging it is the real adulting, but somehow no one talks about how exhausting it is to act like you know what you’re doing. If you’re not using Google for basic life skills, are you even living? Pro tip: It's okay to admit you don’t have it all fi...
Is it just me, or does every family gathering turn into a competition to see who can casually mention how much their kid is earning or how successful their spouse is? Like, can we talk about how I just managed to finish my third pizza without judging myself for once? And who decided that asking "kyun shaadi nahi ki ab tak?" was an acceptable way to start a conversation? Maybe I’m just living my be...
I had a moment of clarity the other day while scrolling through my social media. We’ve all been there, right? You see those perfect influencer lives and you’re like, “Wow, I can barely keep my house plant alive!” Then I realized, if I posted all my food fails or my living room that looks like a laundry explosion, would anyone even follow me? Or would it just be a support group for fellow disaster enthusiasts? Because honestly, I’m thinking about starting a club for people who can’t adult properly. Who’s in?
I had a moment of clarity the other day while scrolling through my social media. We’ve all been there, right? You see those perfect influencer lives and you’re like, “Wow, I can barely keep my house plant alive!” Then I realized, if I posted all my food fails or my living room that looks like a laundry explosion, would anyone even follow me? Or would it just be a support group for fellow disaster enthusiasts? Because honestly, I’m thinking about starting a club for people who can’t adult properly. Who’s in?
I have a love-hate relationship with cooking. One minute I’m feeling like a MasterChef, the next, I’m staring at a pot of burnt pasta that even my trash can refuses to accept. Like, is it too much to ask for one recipe to come out the way it looks on Instagram? And don't get me started on those cooking videos—how is everyone always so calm while I’m struggling to even chop an onion without crying?...