Why is it that every time I decide to get into a new hobby, like baking or painting, I end up with a kitchen disaster or a canvas that looks like a toddler's finger painting? I mean, how does Pinterest make it look so easy? I followed a recipe to the letter and ended up with something that could double as a doorstop. And don’t even get me started on the art supply aisle—why are there so many types...
I had a full-on meltdown the other day because I accidentally clicked "reply all" on a work email. You know, the one where I called my boss "a caffeine-fueled human tornado." Now I have to avoid eye contact with him for the next month like it's a game of dodgeball. If karma is real, I’m pretty sure I’m destined to be that awkward coworker who accidentally spills coffee on the office gossip. Who kn...
I just realized that adulting is basically just Googling everything your parents used to know about life but can't remember anymore. I mean, why did no one prepare us for the big questions like, "How do you cook quinoa?" or "What's the point of folding fitted sheets?" It’s like we’re all just wandering around trying to figure out how to turn off the ceiling fan without calling a technician. And don’t get me started on the endless cycle of laundry; I'm convinced my clothes multiply when I’m not looking. Anyone else feel like we’re just one step away from a full-on breakdown every time we have to pay bills?
I just realized that adulting is basically just Googling everything your parents used to know about life but can't remember anymore. I mean, why did no one prepare us for the big questions like, "How do you cook quinoa?" or "What's the point of folding fitted sheets?" It’s like we’re all just wandering around trying to figure out how to turn off the ceiling fan without calling a technician. And don’t get me started on the endless cycle of laundry; I'm convinced my clothes multiply when I’m not looking. Anyone else feel like we’re just one step away from a full-on breakdown every time we have to pay bills?
So I’m at this wedding, right? And my aunt, who hasn’t seen me in five years, decides to quiz me about my life choices like she’s the family’s personal life coach. It’s like, "Aunty, I know you think marriage is the cure for all my problems, but last I checked, my Netflix account is still happily single and thriving." Meanwhile, my cousin is literally hiding in the corner, escaping the ‘when are y...