Why is it that every time I try to get into a new hobby, I end up knee-deep in a rabbit hole? I decided to learn guitar, and now I’m watching videos on how to build my own guitar. Next thing I know, I’m researching wood types and how to grow a tree in my backyard. Like, can I just strum a few chords without committing to an entire woodworking career? Anyone else get sucked into the vortex of overt...
You ever notice how everyone raves about “self-care” but it mostly just ends up being a code word for binge-watching trashy reality TV while eating an entire pizza by yourself? Like, yeah, that sounds healthy, but if I have to explain to my future therapist how I spent my Friday nights debating the merits of whether that one contestant truly deserves to find love, I might just start charging THEM ...
I genuinely can't be the only one who's realized that adulting is just a never-ending cycle of pretending to be a responsible human while Googling "how to cook rice" at 2 AM, right? Like, I used to think I'd be throwing dinner parties and living my best life, but here I am, battling with my microwave like it's some boss fight in a video game. And don’t even get me started on what to wear these days—fashion is basically “I woke up like this” but with a side of “please don’t judge my pajama pants.” Is there a secret society of adults I missed out on, or is everyone else just as lost as I am?
I genuinely can't be the only one who's realized that adulting is just a never-ending cycle of pretending to be a responsible human while Googling "how to cook rice" at 2 AM, right? Like, I used to think I'd be throwing dinner parties and living my best life, but here I am, battling with my microwave like it's some boss fight in a video game. And don’t even get me started on what to wear these days—fashion is basically “I woke up like this” but with a side of “please don’t judge my pajama pants.” Is there a secret society of adults I missed out on, or is everyone else just as lost as I am?
I’ve come to the conclusion that social media is just 50% people flexing their perfect lives and 50% me laughing at them while scrolling in my pajamas, eating leftover pizza. Like, how do you post a workout pic at 6 AM and still look like you just walked off a magazine cover? Meanwhile, my biggest achievement yesterday was getting out of bed before noon. Can we just agree that everyone is just as ...