So I tried getting into cooking because everyone says it's therapeutic and a great life skill, right? Turns out my idea of "chef-ing" is just throwing random ingredients together and praying for the best. The only thing I’ve successfully made is smoke. Also, why does every recipe need to start with "take a pinch of salt"? What is a pinch? A dab? A sprinkle? I'm about to just season my life with ta...
Is it just me, or is picking a movie for movie night the equivalent of negotiating world peace? I mean, one minute you're vibing with 'let's watch something fun' and the next you're deep in a debate about whether rom-coms are just a waste of time. And then there’s always that one friend who insists on watching something “smart” that no one has heard of, while I’m over here just wanting to see peop...
You ever notice how every time you try to have a serious conversation with someone, you end up just listing your traumas like it's some kind of competitive sport? Like, "Oh, you think that’s bad? Let me tell you about my five-hour wait at the airport because of a delayed flight... and my ex texting me during that time!" Honestly, I’m starting to believe sharing painful stories is just a way of bonding at this point. It’s like, the more messed up your life sounds, the closer you get to winning the friendship Olympics. Can we just talk about the weather instead? It’s literally less exhausting.
You ever notice how every time you try to have a serious conversation with someone, you end up just listing your traumas like it's some kind of competitive sport? Like, "Oh, you think that’s bad? Let me tell you about my five-hour wait at the airport because of a delayed flight... and my ex texting me during that time!" Honestly, I’m starting to believe sharing painful stories is just a way of bonding at this point. It’s like, the more messed up your life sounds, the closer you get to winning the friendship Olympics. Can we just talk about the weather instead? It’s literally less exhausting.
So I decided to finally start reading the acclaimed "classic" everyone raves about, only to find myself 100 pages in and wondering if it's too late to switch back to my usual fantasy novels. I mean, why does every character have to spend an entire chapter describing a tree? At this rate, I'm convinced the author just wanted to avoid writing an actual plot. Meanwhile, my friends are out here gobbli...