I just realized that every time I see someone grinding at their gaming setup, I'm just as impressed as I am jealous. Like, how do you guys have the patience to learn all those combos and strategies? Meanwhile, I can barely make it past level 2 without getting distracted by a snack break. Seriously, I can’t decide if I admire your dedication or want to stage an intervention and get you outside for ...
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like adulthood is just a series of panic attacks interrupted by moments of pretending you have it all together? Like, one minute I’m stressing over my bills, and the next I’m having a full-on existential crisis because I can’t remember the last time I did something “fun.” Remember being a kid and thinking adults had it all figured out? Plot twist: We’re all ...
Why do we always assume that “working from home” actually means “working”? I mean, I spent three hours today contemplating the possibility of becoming a professional snack connoisseur while my laptop sat open, looking at me like, “Are you even logged in?” And don’t even get me started on the guilt of wearing pajamas all day while pretending I’m achieving something monumental. Spoiler alert: the only thing I’m achieving is the perfect angle for my next nap. Can we all agree that "WFH" really just means “Where’s the Food Hub”?
Why do we always assume that “working from home” actually means “working”? I mean, I spent three hours today contemplating the possibility of becoming a professional snack connoisseur while my laptop sat open, looking at me like, “Are you even logged in?” And don’t even get me started on the guilt of wearing pajamas all day while pretending I’m achieving something monumental. Spoiler alert: the only thing I’m achieving is the perfect angle for my next nap. Can we all agree that "WFH" really just means “Where’s the Food Hub”?
I had this deep thought at 2 AM last night: why do we spend so much energy trying to fit into society’s mold when everyone else is just as confused? It’s like we’re all on a collective mission to be “normal,” but nobody knows what that actually means. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if we’d all be happier just embracing our weirdness instead of pretending to be someone else. But then again, I also bi...