I went on a solo trip last month, thinking it would be all picturesque sunsets and deep moments of self-discovery. Spoiler alert: I spent half the time lost, trying to decipher a map that was probably older than me. And if I had a dollar for every time I awkwardly smiled at a stranger who was clearly judging my 'traveler’ outfit, I could’ve paid for an actual guide. Honestly, how do people make it...
I have a confession: I’ve spent more time organizing my gaming library than actually playing the games in it. Like, I’ve meticulously categorized them by genre, release year, and even the emotional existential dread I felt while playing each one. Meanwhile, I’m still stuck on level one of that RPG I bought during a steam sale six months ago. Adulting is just me pretending to be responsible while m...
Is anyone else ever just hit with a wave of existential dread while scrolling through their phone and wondering, “What am I even doing with my life?" Like, I can barely keep my plants alive and I'm supposed to be adulting? It’s wild how we’re all just pretending to have our lives together when really, half of us are just one bad hair day away from a full-on breakdown. Seriously, how do you look at your phone in the morning and not want to just throw it across the room when you see your friend’s vacation pics? Is this the universe telling me to travel or just reminding me that I opted for instant ramen instead of a life plan?
Is anyone else ever just hit with a wave of existential dread while scrolling through their phone and wondering, “What am I even doing with my life?" Like, I can barely keep my plants alive and I'm supposed to be adulting? It’s wild how we’re all just pretending to have our lives together when really, half of us are just one bad hair day away from a full-on breakdown. Seriously, how do you look at your phone in the morning and not want to just throw it across the room when you see your friend’s vacation pics? Is this the universe telling me to travel or just reminding me that I opted for instant ramen instead of a life plan?
Is it just me, or does it feel like every time I finally decide to get serious about reading, I end up binge-watching a whole season of some random show instead? I mean, I bought that fancy bookshelf and everything, but it’s just a glorified display for all the books I keep telling myself I’ll read “next month.” Also, can we talk about how everyone on bookstagram makes it sound like reading is the...