I’m at the point in my life where I can’t tell if I’m revisiting old comfort movies because they make me feel nostalgic or if I’m just avoiding all the new content that looks like it was written by AI. Seriously, how many superhero origin stories do we need? But then again, every time I put on ‘10 Things I Hate About You,’ I find myself giggling like it’s 1999 again. Maybe I’m just stuck in a cine...
Why is there no manual for adulting? Like, why didn't anyone warn me that picking a health insurance plan would feel like a game of roulette? One minute I'm comparing deductibles, the next I'm wondering if I should just start smoking so at least I have a reason to need it. Seriously, how did we go from learning about mitochondria in school to deciphering medical jargon? Can someone explain how I w...
Why is it that every time I decide to be a "grown-up" and clean my room, I find like 15 random things that I didn’t even know I had? Like, do I really need three half-empty bottles of shampoo from 2019? And don’t even get me started on the mountain of cords—at this point, I’m convinced I’m hoarding them for a future time travel project. Meanwhile, my plants are like, “We’re thirsty over here,” while I’m just trying to figure out if I should keep a rubber band ball from high school. Adulting is basically just living in a constant state of chaos while pretending you know what you’re doing.
Why is it that every time I decide to be a "grown-up" and clean my room, I find like 15 random things that I didn’t even know I had? Like, do I really need three half-empty bottles of shampoo from 2019? And don’t even get me started on the mountain of cords—at this point, I’m convinced I’m hoarding them for a future time travel project. Meanwhile, my plants are like, “We’re thirsty over here,” while I’m just trying to figure out if I should keep a rubber band ball from high school. Adulting is basically just living in a constant state of chaos while pretending you know what you’re doing.
Why is it that I can binge-watch an entire season of a show in one weekend but can’t get through a single book in a month? Seriously, I feel like I’m letting my inner bookworm down. Like, I used to be that kid who carried a stack of novels everywhere, and now I’m celebrating finishing a 40-page self-help book in three weeks. And don’t even get me started on the book club where I have to pretend I ...