Why do parents think every time you visit them, they need to feed you like you’re training for a marathon? I went home for two days and left 5kg heavier. I love my mom’s cooking, but she’s got this magic power to turn any meal into a buffet of shame. And don’t even get me started on the guilt trips when you barely touch the food. “You don’t love my cooking? Is that why you’re so thin?” I’m like, l...
I had a lightbulb moment the other day: what if all my childhood dreams were just elaborate ways for my brain to distract me from the fact that adulting is basically an endless cycle of paying bills and pretending to have it all together? Like, I wanted to be an astronaut, but here I am, just orbiting my couch and wondering if it's too late to become a professional napper. Anyone else feel like we...
Why is it that every time I try to have a productive day, my brain decides it’s the perfect moment to review all my childhood traumas instead? Like, I was just trying to organize my closet, but now I’m spiraling over that time I tripped in front of my crush in 6th grade. Can I trade my emotional baggage for a nap?
Why is it that every time I try to have a productive day, my brain decides it’s the perfect moment to review all my childhood traumas instead? Like, I was just trying to organize my closet, but now I’m spiraling over that time I tripped in front of my crush in 6th grade. Can I trade my emotional baggage for a nap?
You know what really grinds my gears? When you’re at a restaurant and the server keeps asking if everything is okay while you’re literally choking on a too-salty dish. Like, I didn’t sign up for this awkward culinary interrogation. Just give me a moment to gather my dignity and a gallon of water. Why is no one addressing the fact that "chef's special" often translates to "we had a bad day and this...