Is it just me or does anyone else feel like all the adulting tips we got as kids were just elaborate pranks? "Save money, work hard, and everything will fall into place." Yeah, right! I’m over here contemplating if I should buy groceries or treat myself to takeout again because budgeting is a foreign language. At this point, I feel like my life plan is a PowerPoint presentation that randomly crash...
I lowkey think I might be addicted to buying books I’ll never read. Like, I just went to the bookstore and came out with three novels, a self-help guide, and a cookbook that’s basically just an excuse for the author to flex their Instagram-worthy meal pics. I tell myself it's for "future inspiration," but we all know I’ll just end up binge-watching another series instead. At this point, my shelf l...
Why is it that every time I try to have a quiet meal at a restaurant, I end up seated next to the world's loudest family? I’m talking the kind of volume that could make a karaoke bar seem like a library. I swear I heard more details about Auntie’s bunion than I ever wanted to know, and it was too late to ask for the check and do the walk of shame. At this point, I might as well bring my own earplugs and a T-shirt that says “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, keep it down.” How hard is it to just eat in peace?
Why is it that every time I try to have a quiet meal at a restaurant, I end up seated next to the world's loudest family? I’m talking the kind of volume that could make a karaoke bar seem like a library. I swear I heard more details about Auntie’s bunion than I ever wanted to know, and it was too late to ask for the check and do the walk of shame. At this point, I might as well bring my own earplugs and a T-shirt that says “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, keep it down.” How hard is it to just eat in peace?
You ever notice how every time you’re just minding your business, some random thought about your existence hits you like a ton of bricks? Like, am I actually living my best life or am I just binge-watching Netflix while waiting for my next existential crisis to come knocking? I mean, who decided that adulting meant working to pay bills and not getting paid for having fun? Can someone please explai...