I finally decided to read that book everyone kept raving about, "The Midnight Library" or whatever. I thought it was going to be this mind-blowing journey, but honestly, it felt more like an awkward Tinder date where both of us just wanted to leave. Like, can we just stop pretending to be deep and get to the part where I can find a library that offers snacks? Because if I’m supposed to live my "be...
I’m convinced that “adulting” is just a big joke played by our parents. Like, when exactly did I sign up for figuring out what taxes are? My idea of financial planning was deciding if I could afford avocado toast this week. Honestly, just tell me how to avoid becoming my parents while also not becoming a complete disaster. Is there a manual for this? Because I'm pretty sure I have a PhD in procras...
Can we talk about how the entire world collectively forgot how to park? I mean, I just witnessed someone trying to fit a sedan into a space meant for a bicycle. Is there a secret competition I'm not aware of? Why does every parking lot feel like a scene from a bad action movie where everyone’s a stunt driver? Meanwhile, my own car is just silently judging me as I circle the lot for the 12th time, wondering if it’s too late to just become a cab driver. Seriously, if I wanted this much stress, I’d have joined a reality TV show.
Can we talk about how the entire world collectively forgot how to park? I mean, I just witnessed someone trying to fit a sedan into a space meant for a bicycle. Is there a secret competition I'm not aware of? Why does every parking lot feel like a scene from a bad action movie where everyone’s a stunt driver? Meanwhile, my own car is just silently judging me as I circle the lot for the 12th time, wondering if it’s too late to just become a cab driver. Seriously, if I wanted this much stress, I’d have joined a reality TV show.
I just realized that my phone has become my therapist. Like, I can’t express my feelings to actual people, but I’ll type out a full breakdown of my life to my notes app and suddenly feel like I’ve solved all my problems. Seriously, my phone deserves an award for putting up with my late-night existential crises and my inability to figure out if I should have pancakes or a salad for breakfast. If on...