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Questions: Why do we always get more invested in fictional characters’ lives than our own? …

I swear, every time I try to be an adult and organize my life, I end up deep in an internet rabbit hole watching cat videos instead. Like, who decided that getting my life together should be so hard? I can’t even keep a plant alive, but here I am thinking I should start a side hustle. I mean, not even my last DIY project survived a week. Is adulting just a myth or are we all in on some cosmic joke...

I’ve come to appreciate the art of awkward silences in conversations. Like, who knew that just sitting there and staring at your coffee while your brain scrambles for words could actually bond people together? It’s like a secret handshake for introverts. I mean, if they can handle my weirdness without feeling the urge to fill the void with small talk, then they’re officially my kind of people. It’...

Why do we always get more invested in fictional characters’ lives than our own? Like, I’ll binge-watch a series and cry over a character’s breakup while I can’t even muster the energy to text my ex back for closure. Is it just me or are we low-key hoping for a dramatic plot twist in our own lives too? Can we please arrange a meeting with the universe to sort this out?

Why do we always get more invested in fictional characters’ lives than our own? Like, I’ll binge-watch a series and cry over a character’s breakup while I can’t even muster the energy to text my ex back for closure. Is it just me or are we low-key hoping for a dramatic plot twist in our own lives too? Can we please arrange a meeting with the universe to sort this out?

I just want to take a moment to appreciate that one friend who never fails to remind me of my unfulfilled dreams. Like, thanks for adding extra pressure to my existential crisis with your motivational quotes and perfectly curated life updates. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out if I should get out of bed or just order another pizza for the third time this week. Honestly, if there’s an a...