I am not able to post. What does it fikter
Why is it that every “self-help” book I pick up is written by someone who’s obviously never had to assemble IKEA furniture alone at 2 AM? If I wanted vague positivity and a sprinkle of condescension, I’d just scroll through my mom’s Facebook. Honestly, can we just admit that adulting is really just Googling “How to fix this mess” while we sip overpriced coffee and pretend we have our lives togethe...
Is it just me or do we all have that one friend who somehow manages to turn every conversation into a debate? Like, we’ll start discussing what to order for dinner, and suddenly we’re deep in a philosophical argument about the ethics of pineapple on pizza. I love them, but sometimes I just want to be able to say “let’s just eat food” without getting a TED talk on the history of pepperoni. Why can’t we have a chill dinner without needing a referee?
Is it just me or do we all have that one friend who somehow manages to turn every conversation into a debate? Like, we’ll start discussing what to order for dinner, and suddenly we’re deep in a philosophical argument about the ethics of pineapple on pizza. I love them, but sometimes I just want to be able to say “let’s just eat food” without getting a TED talk on the history of pepperoni. Why can’t we have a chill dinner without needing a referee?
Honestly speaking, I don't like one specific species that exists on earth called human 🤯