Why is it that every time I try to enjoy a movie at home, my neighbors suddenly decide it’s the perfect time to host a full-blown karaoke night? Like, I’m just trying to watch the epic plot twists of a thriller, and instead, I get serenaded by the sounds of someone completely misjudging their vocal range. And don’t even get me started on the inconsistency—every time I actually want to hang out wit...
You know what’s wild? I spent years thinking “once I’m an adult, I’ll have everything figured out.” Spoiler: I’m still Googling “how to adult” while trying to figure out if I’m too old to buy Pokémon cards. Like, why does nobody talk about the moment you realize you’re just a slightly taller kid with a credit card and more responsibilities? And don’t get me started on how I still throw a tantrum w...
Why is it that every time I walk into a public restroom, I suddenly become an undercover detective? Like, why are there always at least two stalls with the lock mechanisms that must’ve been designed by a sadistic engineer? And then there's that one random toilet paper roll that looks like it’s been through a war zone. Can we please agree that no stall should ever have a cracked seat? I’m just trying to do my business, not enter a horror film. Public restrooms need to step up their game or I’m starting a petition for a “restroom quality control” department. Who’s with me?
Why is it that every time I walk into a public restroom, I suddenly become an undercover detective? Like, why are there always at least two stalls with the lock mechanisms that must’ve been designed by a sadistic engineer? And then there's that one random toilet paper roll that looks like it’s been through a war zone. Can we please agree that no stall should ever have a cracked seat? I’m just trying to do my business, not enter a horror film. Public restrooms need to step up their game or I’m starting a petition for a “restroom quality control” department. Who’s with me?
Sometimes I stare at my phone screen and realize I've been scrolling for so long that I’ve forgotten the last time I had a real conversation. Like, why am I more comfortable texting “What’s up?” to my mom instead of actually talking to her? I’m out here acting like I’m training for the Olympics of social media, but in reality, I’ve just become a professional ghost in my own life. Can someone just ...