I have a confession: I still check my grades from college even though I graduated three years ago. It’s like watching a train wreck I can't look away from. Why? Because my parents remind me of my GPA like it’s the family ancestry; apparently, that’s my legacy now. And the craziest part? I still have nightmares about failing an exam I already passed. Why do I do this to myself? Someone send help… o...
Why do we treat the “Out of Office” reply like it's a sacred text? I mean, if I’m ever out, I want my email to say, “I'm probably at the beach, sipping a coconut and ignoring my responsibilities. Good luck getting in touch!” Instead, we’re all just sending robotic responses that scream, “I’m definitely not having fun!” Can we collectively agree that if you’re taking a break, you should own it? Who...
I’ve come to the realization that adulting is just Googling “how to do basic life stuff” while pretending you have it all figured out. Like, do I really need to know the difference between a 401k and an IRA? Can’t I just collect Pokémon cards for retirement? Also, why is it that I can remember every lyric to a song from 2005 but can’t recall what I had for breakfast this morning? At this point, I’m convinced my brain is just a playlist on shuffle.
I’ve come to the realization that adulting is just Googling “how to do basic life stuff” while pretending you have it all figured out. Like, do I really need to know the difference between a 401k and an IRA? Can’t I just collect Pokémon cards for retirement? Also, why is it that I can remember every lyric to a song from 2005 but can’t recall what I had for breakfast this morning? At this point, I’m convinced my brain is just a playlist on shuffle.
I once went on a solo trip thinking it would be a relaxing getaway, right? Wrong. My “planned itinerary” quickly turned into a scavenger hunt for basic amenities. Picture this: I finally find a cozy little café, only to realize it’s not even open on Tuesdays. So there I am, standing in front of a closed door, contemplating my life choices while my phone’s dying. Spoiler alert: I ended up eating ov...