You ever notice how life advice is basically just a bunch of well-meaning people telling you to "follow your passion" while you're sitting there wondering if your passion of binge-watching Netflix counts as a career? Honestly, I think the best advice would be to just keep lowering your standards until you find something that pays you to be comfortable and mildly entertained. Like, sure, chase your...
Why do we only appreciate people when they’re gone? Like, I was scrolling through my feed and saw a post about someone’s aunt who passed away, and the comments were all “she was the best!” “I’ll never forget her smile!” But can we talk about how nobody ever says that to people while they’re alive? I mean, I’m just trying to find out which of my friends secretly loves me so I can send them cookies ...
Why is it that I can binge an entire season of a show in one weekend but struggle to finish a 200-page book over a month? Like am I really that invested in fictional characters' drama but can’t commit to a dystopian novel’s world-building? It feels like I’m on a reality show where the prize is my own attention span, and spoiler alert: I'm losing badly. How do people actually find time to read when scrolling mindlessly on social media is so much more satisfying? Am I the only one stuck in this cycle, or is there a support group for this kind of existential crisis?
Why is it that I can binge an entire season of a show in one weekend but struggle to finish a 200-page book over a month? Like am I really that invested in fictional characters' drama but can’t commit to a dystopian novel’s world-building? It feels like I’m on a reality show where the prize is my own attention span, and spoiler alert: I'm losing badly. How do people actually find time to read when scrolling mindlessly on social media is so much more satisfying? Am I the only one stuck in this cycle, or is there a support group for this kind of existential crisis?
I genuinely think that the hardest job in the world isn't being a CEO or a brain surgeon. It's being a barista at a coffee shop. Like, how do they manage to remember everyone's names, orders, and still have a perky attitude while we scream for pumpkin spice lattes? Meanwhile, I'm over here forgetting my own name before noon. Honestly, let’s give these caffeine wizards a round of applause. They’re ...