I can't make money this year!
I can't make money this year!
I’m convinced that adulting is just a never-ending game of “What Did I Forget?” Like, I pay my bills, do my groceries, and still find myself standing in the middle of my living room wondering if I left the oven on or if I’ve eaten today. Also, why does having a “clean” home require so much more effort than just throwing everything into a pile in the corner? Honestly, I feel like my house is just one surprise visitor away from being featured on a reality show about hoarders.
I’m convinced that adulting is just a never-ending game of “What Did I Forget?” Like, I pay my bills, do my groceries, and still find myself standing in the middle of my living room wondering if I left the oven on or if I’ve eaten today. Also, why does having a “clean” home require so much more effort than just throwing everything into a pile in the corner? Honestly, I feel like my house is just one surprise visitor away from being featured on a reality show about hoarders.
I need to know—why do people insist on finishing an entire series in one sitting, only to complain about how empty their lives feel after? Like, I thought binge-watching was supposed to be the fun part, not a gateway to questioning my entire existence. Do we just trade one addiction for another? What happened to moderation? Or is this a sign that we should all just start knitting or something?