Is it just me or is adulting basically just faking your way through life while hoping no one notices you’re definitely winging it? Like, why did nobody prepare us for the weird looks people give when you order a “child’s portion” at a restaurant? I'm just trying to save money, not start a revolution about portion sizes! And can we talk about how showing up to a social gathering without bringing th...
I once took a train journey that I thought would be a peaceful escape, you know? But then I ended up sandwiched between a family of seven who thought their kids’ karaoke rendition of “Baby Shark” was the highlight of the trip. By the end, my ears were begging for mercy, and I was pretty sure I’d developed PTSD from the whole experience. I swear I’ll never look at a train the same way again. Who ne...
Why does every public restroom feel like a scene from a horror movie? I mean, it’s like a game of “will I survive this?” Do I really want to touch that door handle after witnessing the monsoon of toilet paper that just exploded all over the floor? Honestly, I’m starting to think the real horror is just existing in these biohazard chambers. And yet here I am, contemplating life choices while balancing on one foot like a caffeinated flamingo. Anyone else feel like we deserve a medal for simply using a public toilet?
Why does every public restroom feel like a scene from a horror movie? I mean, it’s like a game of “will I survive this?” Do I really want to touch that door handle after witnessing the monsoon of toilet paper that just exploded all over the floor? Honestly, I’m starting to think the real horror is just existing in these biohazard chambers. And yet here I am, contemplating life choices while balancing on one foot like a caffeinated flamingo. Anyone else feel like we deserve a medal for simply using a public toilet?
So, I decided to try my hand at cooking during this whole "let's finally be adults" phase, and let me tell you, the smoke alarm and I are now best friends. I thought I could impress my family with a simple pasta dish, but I somehow turned the water into a bubbling cauldron of chaos. The noodles were either still crunchy or practically disintegrated. My mom called to ask how it was going, and I jus...