You ever just sit back and appreciate the fact that nobody really knows what they’re doing? Like, we’re all just winging it and hoping for the best. I mean, my boss thinks I’m a genius because I can hit “reply all” on emails, and my friends still trust me to pick the restaurant even after I once took them to a place with "artisanal" hot dogs. Honestly, life is just one big group project where nobo...
Why is it that every time I decide to pick up a new hobby, I end up spending more on equipment than on actually doing the hobby? Like, I bought a guitar thinking I'd be the next Ed Sheeran, and now it feels like I’m just a professional dust collector. Can we talk about how much money I’ve wasted on gym gear while still being a “pro” couch potato? What hobbies have you guys tried that turned out to...
Why is it that every time I try to enjoy a nice meal in peace, someone at the next table is having the loudest argument of their lives? Like, I didn't sign up for a live drama recital while I’m just trying to enjoy my butter chicken. It's like restaurants should come with a warning: "Soundtrack not included, but you might get a free emotional breakdown from that couple over there!" Seriously, if your relationship hits the rocks over pasta, maybe rethink your life choices?
Why is it that every time I try to enjoy a nice meal in peace, someone at the next table is having the loudest argument of their lives? Like, I didn't sign up for a live drama recital while I’m just trying to enjoy my butter chicken. It's like restaurants should come with a warning: "Soundtrack not included, but you might get a free emotional breakdown from that couple over there!" Seriously, if your relationship hits the rocks over pasta, maybe rethink your life choices?
Do you ever think about how weird it is that we put so much effort into planning our futures, but we can barely make it through a Tuesday without contemplating the existential dread of life? Like, I'm over here trying to figure out my 5-year plan while also wondering if I'll remember how to use a stove next week. It feels like adulting is just one long series of "How did I get here?" moments punct...