Why do people act like adulting means having your life figured out? I’m over here Googling “How to cook rice” while also wondering if I should finally buy a plant or just continue pretending I’m not a plant killer. Honestly, if you’re waiting for the day you feel like you’ve got it together, spoiler alert: it’s never coming. Just embrace the chaos, laugh at your cooking disasters, and maybe keep t...
Is it just me, or does everyone pretend to know about art when they walk through an exhibition? Like, I’ll stand there nodding thoughtfully at some random splashes of paint while internally screaming, “What on earth is this supposed to mean?” I mean, if I pour some ketchup on a canvas and call it "The Essence of Fast Food," can I get a gallery too? Sometimes I think art is just a fancy way of sayi...
So, I just realized that my life is basically a never-ending series of “please hold” while I wait for my next achievement to come through. Like, I'm out here trying to live my best life but can’t commit to the couch for more than two Netflix episodes without feeling guilty for not being productive. Why do we all act like taking a break is a crime? Can't I just enjoy doing absolutely nothing without feeling like I should be out there making my dreams come true? Honestly, I just want to scroll through memes without a side of anxiety about my life choices. Can we all agree that rest days need to be celebrated just as much as hustle days?
So, I just realized that my life is basically a never-ending series of “please hold” while I wait for my next achievement to come through. Like, I'm out here trying to live my best life but can’t commit to the couch for more than two Netflix episodes without feeling guilty for not being productive. Why do we all act like taking a break is a crime? Can't I just enjoy doing absolutely nothing without feeling like I should be out there making my dreams come true? Honestly, I just want to scroll through memes without a side of anxiety about my life choices. Can we all agree that rest days need to be celebrated just as much as hustle days?
I’ve come to the realization that my love for cooking is basically just a cry for attention and validation. I whip up a gourmet meal, only for my dog to be the only one impressed. Meanwhile, my family acts like I’ve just served them a Michelin star dish while they’re secretly wondering if takeout is an option. Like, who do I have to bribe to get just one “wow, this is actually good” instead of the...