I think we need to have a serious chat about how we treat our hobbies like they’re the most boring part of adulthood. I mean, who decided adulting means you can’t spend an entire Saturday binge-watching cartoons or playing video games until your thumbs go numb? It’s like, sure, let’s all pretend we love 9-5s and mortgages, but I’m pretty sure my happiest moments involve a comfy couch and a bag of ...
I used to think that adulthood meant having your life together, but here I am, still googling how to fold a fitted sheet like it's a secret government operation. Honestly, the real adulthood test should be figuring out which bills to pay this month without breaking down into tears. And can we talk about how the "dream job" was sold to me like it was going to be a cakewalk? Meanwhile, I’m just here...
I just realized that my phone has probably seen more hours of my face than my closest friends have this year. My screen time says I’m basically in a committed relationship with my apps, but I can’t even remember the last time I went out to have an actual conversation without someone staring at their screen too. If one more person insists we’re “connected” through our social media likes, I might just throw my phone in the ocean and wait for the next shipwreck to wash up for a real chat. Anyone else feel like we’re all just collectively pretending to be busy while secretly wondering if we’ve missed the memo on how to socialize?
I just realized that my phone has probably seen more hours of my face than my closest friends have this year. My screen time says I’m basically in a committed relationship with my apps, but I can’t even remember the last time I went out to have an actual conversation without someone staring at their screen too. If one more person insists we’re “connected” through our social media likes, I might just throw my phone in the ocean and wait for the next shipwreck to wash up for a real chat. Anyone else feel like we’re all just collectively pretending to be busy while secretly wondering if we’ve missed the memo on how to socialize?
Is it just me or is the entire concept of “adulting” basically just a prolonged episode of a reality show where nobody gives you a script and the challenges are all terrifying? Like one minute you’re trying to figure out how to do your taxes and the next you’re dodging the societal expectations of marriage and home ownership like they’re laser beams. I’m honestly starting to think my true calling ...