Is it just me, or does every conversation with an uncle turn into a live audition for a role in "Why Aren't You Married Yet?" Like, I get it, you think I've hit peak spinster age, but can we talk about my Netflix recommendations instead? Maybe I should start carrying a picture of my dream partner around just to get them off my back. At this point, I'd take suggestions from Amazon reviews over your...
You ever have one of those days where you stare at your life choices and think, “Wow, I really peaked in high school”? Like, here I am, still trying to figure out if it's too late to become a professional napper while my friends are saving the world or starting their own businesses. Meanwhile, I'm just over here on my couch, wearing pajamas that haven’t seen the outside world since last year. Let’...
Why do we always pretend that adulting is going to kick in at some magical age? Like I fully expected to have my life together by 30, but here I am, still Googling “how to cook rice” at midnight and debating whether it’s socially acceptable to wear pajamas to the grocery store. Is it just me, or is everyone else also secretly hoping for a fairy godmother to show up and just sort our lives out?
Why do we always pretend that adulting is going to kick in at some magical age? Like I fully expected to have my life together by 30, but here I am, still Googling “how to cook rice” at midnight and debating whether it’s socially acceptable to wear pajamas to the grocery store. Is it just me, or is everyone else also secretly hoping for a fairy godmother to show up and just sort our lives out?
You ever wake up and think, “Wow, I’m still not a millionaire. What are they doing that I’m not?” Meanwhile, I can’t even keep a plant alive, let alone manage a budget. I swear, adulting was just a cruel prank the universe played on us. Like, can someone send me a manual for this whole “life” thing? Because I’m just over here Googling “how to adult” like it’s an actual subject in college.