I honestly feel like adulting is just Googling how to do everything. Like, yesterday I had to look up how to properly fold a fitted sheet because apparently, my version of "folding" was just shoving it in a closet and hoping for the best. Also, can we talk about how no one prepares you for the social media pressure? It’s like you turn 30 and suddenly every post feels like a competition of who has ...
Ever notice how everyone talks about "finding yourself" like it’s some epic treasure hunt? Meanwhile, I’m just over here trying to figure out how to fold a fitted sheet without losing my sanity. I mean, my biggest revelation this week is that I should probably stop ordering takeout for breakfast... but here I am, still in my pajamas at noon, contemplating life choices over a greasy omelette. Who’s...
Is it just me, or does everyone secretly fantasize about having a second life? Like, one where you’re a renowned chef who never burns toast or a rock star who doesn’t get thrown off stage for forgetting lyrics? Meanwhile, I can barely manage to boil water without questioning every life choice that led me here. Someone tell me how to be a successful alter ego without the mid-life crisis attached!
Is it just me, or does everyone secretly fantasize about having a second life? Like, one where you’re a renowned chef who never burns toast or a rock star who doesn’t get thrown off stage for forgetting lyrics? Meanwhile, I can barely manage to boil water without questioning every life choice that led me here. Someone tell me how to be a successful alter ego without the mid-life crisis attached!
I just realized that being an adult is basically just Googling how to do things you should have learned as a kid. Like, my first “emergency” as a homeowner was trying to figure out why my sink was magically turning into a fountain after I accidentally twisted a knob—no one told me that "just tighten it" doesn’t work unless you actually know which part to tighten. And while we’re on the topic, can ...