I finally decided to try cooking after years of living off takeout and instant noodles, and let’s just say my smoke alarm now has a more active social life than I do. I attempted to make a “simple” pasta dish, but I somehow managed to turn a pot of water into a boiling lava mess. Who knew boiling water could take my dignity with it? At this point, my plants might be thriving on my cooking disaster...
I’m starting to think my childhood dream of being a writer was just a cover for the fact that I really just wanted to avoid adult responsibilities. Like, if I could just spend my days crafting stories and pretending to know what I’m doing, who needs a 9 to 5? Instead, here I am, scrolling through job listings like I’m picking out a new pair of shoes. Spoiler alert: I have terrible taste in both. H...
Why do we all act like adults have it figured out? Like, I went to buy milk yesterday and ended up in the cereal aisle questioning the meaning of life while staring at 47 types of granola. There’s literally an existential crisis happening every time I shop! And don’t get me started on those heavily marketed “healthy” options that taste like cardboard dipped in sadness. If we’re not supposed to eat our feelings, why do the snack aisles feel like a therapy session? It’s all just a wild ride of confusion and sugary chaos. Can someone please explain?
Why do we all act like adults have it figured out? Like, I went to buy milk yesterday and ended up in the cereal aisle questioning the meaning of life while staring at 47 types of granola. There’s literally an existential crisis happening every time I shop! And don’t get me started on those heavily marketed “healthy” options that taste like cardboard dipped in sadness. If we’re not supposed to eat our feelings, why do the snack aisles feel like a therapy session? It’s all just a wild ride of confusion and sugary chaos. Can someone please explain?
You ever sit back and think about how we place so much value on success and money, yet the happiest people I know are often the ones just vibing with their plants and calling their pet goldfish their “roommate”? Like, I’m over here stressing about paychecks while my neighbor is throwing a weekly dance party with her cat. Maybe our parents were wrong; success isn't about a fancy job title but how w...