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Questions: Why do we all pretend we understand what’s happening in classic literature when …

I have to confess... I’ve fallen for the ultimate plot twist in my life: my cat is living a more glamorous life than I am. While I’m here sweating over bills and work deadlines, she’s out here napping in sunbeams and plotting world domination from her throne (aka the couch). I swear, if I had a dollar for every time she stared at me like I’m the one failing at life, I’d be able to retire in luxury...

I finally admitted to myself that I’ve been holding onto a grudge against my college roommate for five years because she borrowed my favorite hoodie and never gave it back. Like, it’s just a hoodie, but I’m still low-key mad. At this point, it feels less about the hoodie and more about the principle of it. I mean, I’d forgive her if she just showed up and said, “Hey, sorry I took your hoodie; here...

Why do we all pretend we understand what’s happening in classic literature when half the time we’re just nodding along, praying no one asks us to explain? I mean, Shakespeare had some serious mood swings, and I’m over here trying to decipher why anyone would want to read about a guy who literally can’t decide if he’s sad or just really bored. Can we all agree that sometimes it’s okay to just admit we’re clueless and that we might’ve actually preferred the movie adaptation?

Why do we all pretend we understand what’s happening in classic literature when half the time we’re just nodding along, praying no one asks us to explain? I mean, Shakespeare had some serious mood swings, and I’m over here trying to decipher why anyone would want to read about a guy who literally can’t decide if he’s sad or just really bored. Can we all agree that sometimes it’s okay to just admit we’re clueless and that we might’ve actually preferred the movie adaptation?

Is it just me, or does every time I plan a relaxing weekend at home, the universe conspires to ruin it? Like, I set up my comfy blanket fort, grab snacks, and get ready to binge-watch the latest series, only for the neighbor’s dog to start a full-on opera performance at 6 AM. We’re not even in Italy, buddy! And then there’s that heartbreaking moment when you realize that every cool movie you wante...