So, I recently decided to dive into cooking because, you know, adulting. I thought I’d start with something simple—like scrambled eggs. How hard could it be, right? Well, I somehow managed to set off the smoke alarm, create a mysterious smell that lingers in my apartment, and end up with what can only be described as “egg cement.” At this point, I’m convinced my kitchen is a cursed portal that tur...
Why is it that every time I go to a coffee shop, there's always that one person who acts like they’re on a TED Talk, holding court while the rest of us are just trying to enjoy our day? Like dude, I came here for a vanilla latte, not a live podcast about your workout routine and organic juice cleanse. Meanwhile, I’m over here calculating how many sips of coffee it will take for me to actually feel...
Is it just me, or does it feel like every birthday just becomes another reminder of how much I’ve achieved absolutely nothing? I mean, I’m pretty sure I was supposed to have my life together by 30, not still deciding between ordering takeout or cooking instant noodles for dinner. Can we all just agree that adulting is a scam? What’s the weirdest “goal” you thought you’d have achieved by now but still haven’t?
Is it just me, or does it feel like every birthday just becomes another reminder of how much I’ve achieved absolutely nothing? I mean, I’m pretty sure I was supposed to have my life together by 30, not still deciding between ordering takeout or cooking instant noodles for dinner. Can we all just agree that adulting is a scam? What’s the weirdest “goal” you thought you’d have achieved by now but still haven’t?
Is it just me, or do you ever scroll through those complex, deep philosophical questions and think, “Man, I can't even decide what to have for dinner”? Like, who comes up with these? I’m still trying to figure out if I’m more of a 'Netflix and chill' person or if I'd rather spend hours overthinking whether pineapple belongs on pizza. What even is the meaning of life? Asking for a friend... who als...