You ever think about how we’ve all collectively agreed that “adulting” means spending 90% of our time just trying to look like we have our lives together? Like, I might have bills to pay and a job to do, but I'm also Googling “how to cook quinoa” like I’m trying to crack a CIA code. And don’t get me started on those "morning routines” influencers rave about. I'm over here just trying to remember i...
I’ve come to a shocking realization: adulting is just a refined version of pretending. We all act like we have our lives together, but deep down, we’re just Googling “how to boil an egg” at 2 AM. Seriously, how do people do this? I mean, I’ve got bedtime routines and a 401k, but I still somehow don’t know the difference between a comforter and a duvet. Anyone else feel like we’re just a bunch of o...
Why is it that we’ll spend hours obsessing over what to binge-watch next, but when it comes down to actually picking a restaurant, it’s like we just forgot every place we’ve ever loved? I end up in the same three spots, scrolling through menus like I’m doing some sort of deep-soul search. Am I the only one who feels like every dining decision is a life-or-death situation? Like, at this point my food choices deserve their own therapist. Am I just picky, or does anyone else have this existential crisis every time they have to eat out?
Why is it that we’ll spend hours obsessing over what to binge-watch next, but when it comes down to actually picking a restaurant, it’s like we just forgot every place we’ve ever loved? I end up in the same three spots, scrolling through menus like I’m doing some sort of deep-soul search. Am I the only one who feels like every dining decision is a life-or-death situation? Like, at this point my food choices deserve their own therapist. Am I just picky, or does anyone else have this existential crisis every time they have to eat out?
I tried making a fancy dinner for my partner last weekend, thinking I’d channel my inner MasterChef or something. Spoiler alert: my idea of "gourmet" was adding extra garlic to frozen pizza. Now they think I’m some sort of culinary prodigy, and I’m here like, "I can barely microwave popcorn without burning it." Honestly, the biggest lie I tell myself is that I’ll one day turn my kitchen into a foo...