I’ve hit that stage in life where I brace myself for family gatherings by mentally preparing for Auntie to ask when I’m getting married. Like, can I just bring a plus one named “my career”? I mean, should I start a PowerPoint presentation on the benefits of being single instead? Because honestly, my relationship with Netflix is way healthier than anything I've seen come out of the arranged marriag...
I just finished reading a book that everyone raved about, right? Turns out it was like being forced to eat a whole jar of pickles—initially intriguing, but by the end, I was just regretting my life choices. Like, why did I invest my time in this when I could have been binging trashy reality TV? I mean, I get it’s supposed to be “literary” or whatever, but if I wanted to feel confused and mildly de...
So I just realized that every time I try to cook something "simple" like pasta, it feels like I'm preparing a five-course meal for a Michelin star restaurant. I mean, who knew boiling water was a life-or-death situation? I once burnt the pasta because I was too busy scrolling through “10 ways to look cute while cooking” videos. Spoiler alert: I still looked like a hot mess. Can we just agree that cooking is basically just a series of unfortunate events sprinkled with self-doubt? THIS is why I have a takeout menu saved on my fridge like it’s a trophy.
So I just realized that every time I try to cook something "simple" like pasta, it feels like I'm preparing a five-course meal for a Michelin star restaurant. I mean, who knew boiling water was a life-or-death situation? I once burnt the pasta because I was too busy scrolling through “10 ways to look cute while cooking” videos. Spoiler alert: I still looked like a hot mess. Can we just agree that cooking is basically just a series of unfortunate events sprinkled with self-doubt? THIS is why I have a takeout menu saved on my fridge like it’s a trophy.
Is it just me, or does everyone else have a mini freak-out when they accidentally call their teacher “mom”? Like, I swear I blacked out for a second, and the embarrassment still haunts me in my dreams. How does one even recover from that? Asking for a friend who’s still cringing six years later.