Why is it that every time I finally get comfortable in bed, my brain decides it's the perfect moment to replay every embarrassing moment from the past decade? Like, thanks for that flashback of me tripping in front of my crush in high school while I’m just trying to get some sleep. Honestly, I could solve world hunger with the amount of energy I waste regretting my life choices at 2 AM! Can we col...
Is it just me, or is "adulting" basically just Googling how to do everything while pretending you have your life together? Like, I genuinely thought I'd be a millionaire by now, but here I am, still figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet. What’s the one thing you thought you’d have down by now but still can’t manage? Asking for a friend… who is definitely me.
Why does every book I start reading seem like it was written in a different universe? Like, am I the only one who can't relate to characters who have their lives together by page two? I open a book hoping to escape reality, but instead, I'm just left feeling like the world's most unorganized human. Anyone else just want a relatable protagonist who binge-watches Netflix in sweatpants and has a questionable snack collection?
Why does every book I start reading seem like it was written in a different universe? Like, am I the only one who can't relate to characters who have their lives together by page two? I open a book hoping to escape reality, but instead, I'm just left feeling like the world's most unorganized human. Anyone else just want a relatable protagonist who binge-watches Netflix in sweatpants and has a questionable snack collection?
I’m starting to think my entire cooking career is just a series of unfortunate events disguised as “experiments.” Last week, I thought I could whip up a fancy pasta dish, ended up incinerating the whole thing and setting off the smoke alarm. My neighbors still think I was trying to summon a fire truck. Meanwhile, my mom thinks I’m just “trying too hard” instead of accepting the fact that I can bar...