I just realized that all my favorite memories involve some kind of food. Like, how did I make it through college without gaining 50 pounds when my idea of a study break was hitting the all-you-can-eat buffet? Also, why does every deep conversation with friends somehow lead to the existential dread of “what are we even doing with our lives?” It's like, yeah, let’s discuss our future while we’re inh...
I think I've officially hit the "I am way too old for this" phase of life. I went out with friends last weekend, and after two drinks, I was done. Like, I was ready to hit my pillow and dream about 401Ks instead of dancing. Meanwhile, they were still trying to convince me that “one more round” was a good idea. Honestly, the thought of the hangover made me want to sob. Is this what adulthood looks ...
Can we talk about how people act like they’ve discovered the secret to happiness just because they bought one of those fancy planners? Like, congratulations, you’ve turned your stress into a color-coded schedule! But let's be real, no amount of "self-care Sundays" can fix the fact that adulting is just Googling how to do stuff you weren’t taught in school. At this point, I’d settle for a manual on how to stop feeling guilty for eating that entire pizza by myself while pretending I don't have a problem.
Can we talk about how people act like they’ve discovered the secret to happiness just because they bought one of those fancy planners? Like, congratulations, you’ve turned your stress into a color-coded schedule! But let's be real, no amount of "self-care Sundays" can fix the fact that adulting is just Googling how to do stuff you weren’t taught in school. At this point, I’d settle for a manual on how to stop feeling guilty for eating that entire pizza by myself while pretending I don't have a problem.
Is it just me, or do you guys also get weirdly nostalgic for school lunch even though it was probably just a soggy sandwich and questionable fruit? Like, why do I suddenly feel like a gourmet chef when I open a lunchbox at work? Also, who decided that "adulting" meant giving up on PB&Js? What’s so wrong with a nice, balanced diet of nostalgia and Nutella?