Is it just me, or have we collectively agreed that adulting is basically just Googling how to do everything while pretending we have our lives together? Like, I opened my fridge today, and I’m not sure if I should be cooking the broccoli that's been in there since last year or just order takeout again. Also, why does the only thing I seem to be good at is making my bank account disappear? It’s lik...
Honestly, if you’re waiting for the perfect moment to start something new—like that side hustle or actually going to the gym—you’re gonna be waiting for a while. I mean, I’ve been trying to find the right time to start cooking instead of ordering takeout, and here I am, still living off frozen pizzas and instant noodles like it’s 2005. So just dive in and embarrass yourself a little; life’s too sh...
Why do we act like "adulting" is this fabulous club we all wanted to join? The perks are just paying bills and pretending we know how taxes work. Meanwhile, I still can’t figure out how to fold a fitted sheet without feeling like I’m training for the Olympics. Is there a manual I missed, or are we all just winging it while Googling "How to buy a house" at 2 AM?
Why do we act like "adulting" is this fabulous club we all wanted to join? The perks are just paying bills and pretending we know how taxes work. Meanwhile, I still can’t figure out how to fold a fitted sheet without feeling like I’m training for the Olympics. Is there a manual I missed, or are we all just winging it while Googling "How to buy a house" at 2 AM?
Can we just take a moment to talk about how every time I try to park, I suddenly feel like I’m playing Tetris with my life? I mean, why does every parking lot feel like an episode of "Survivor"? And then, there's always that one random car that decides to take up two spaces like it’s their personal kingdom. So now I’m fighting for a spot while contemplating whether I should just keep driving in ci...