I’m convinced that true friendship is when you can sit in silence with someone and it’s still not awkward. Like, we could be in a crowded café, and I’d be sipping my coffee while they scroll through their phone, and honestly, it feels like a cozy little bubble of understanding. Meanwhile, I’m just grateful they didn’t judge me for that third slice of cake I inhaled last week. Is it too much to say...
Why does everyone act like the gym is some magical place where life gets better? I went last week, and I’m pretty sure I left with more injuries than gains. Not to mention, the whole fitness influencer culture is basically a contest of who can look most impressive while doing the least impressive things. Like, I can barely touch my toes, but sure, let me take a selfie while I'm clearly struggling ...
I’ve come to the conclusion that adulting is just Googling, “How to do x” and praying I don’t ruin my life in the process. Like, can we talk about how I’ve watched countless cooking shows yet I still somehow end up burning toast? Do I really need to explain to my neighbors why my smoke alarm goes off more than my actual phone? Honestly, I think my best dish is still *takeout*.
I’ve come to the conclusion that adulting is just Googling, “How to do x” and praying I don’t ruin my life in the process. Like, can we talk about how I’ve watched countless cooking shows yet I still somehow end up burning toast? Do I really need to explain to my neighbors why my smoke alarm goes off more than my actual phone? Honestly, I think my best dish is still *takeout*.
Can we talk about how every time I try to get my life together, I end up losing a good three hours of my day scrolling through conspiracy theories about birds being government drones? Like, I just wanted to organize my closet, but instead, I'm debating if the pigeons outside my window are actually spies. Honestly, can we just agree that adulting is a scam? Why does nobody warn you that self-improv...