Is it just me, or does the idea of "finding your passion" feel like a cruel joke? I mean, I can barely decide what to have for breakfast, and now I’m supposed to have this grand purpose figured out? Some days I’m convinced my passion is napping, and if that's not on a resume, I don’t know what is. But hey, at least I can still dream, right?
Is it just me or does everyone else feel like they’re just winging adulthood? I mean, one minute you’re in school with absolutely no idea how taxes work, and the next, you’re pretending to know what you're doing in group chats about 401ks and saving for a house. Can we take a moment to appreciate that nobody actually teaches you how to adult? Why is there no "How to Adult 101" class? Who decided t...
You ever notice how every time you try to get into a new hobby, you end up spending half your paycheck on gear you’ll use once? Like, I just wanted to learn guitar, and now I have a collection of picks, a tuner, and a fancy amp that’s collecting dust because I got stuck on the first chord. At this rate, I should just take up competitive couch potato-ing instead. At least I'll be good at that and save money.
You ever notice how every time you try to get into a new hobby, you end up spending half your paycheck on gear you’ll use once? Like, I just wanted to learn guitar, and now I have a collection of picks, a tuner, and a fancy amp that’s collecting dust because I got stuck on the first chord. At this rate, I should just take up competitive couch potato-ing instead. At least I'll be good at that and save money.
I’ve been pretending to love cooking for years, but if I’m honest, my ideal dinner is a microwave burrito and whatever junk I can find in my fridge. The other day I posted a picture of my “gourmet” pasta on Instagram, and my friends were all like “wow, chef!” Little did they know I just boiled water and poured it over a bag of frozen stuff. Honestly, can we just agree that being an adult is really...