I just realized that my idea of "self-care" is spending an entire weekend in pajamas, binge-watching a show that’s been out for three years while eating the leftovers I forgot were in the fridge. Like, I'm basically an Olympic-level athlete in the sport of avoiding adulting. But on the flip side, if anyone asks why I haven't seen the latest blockbuster, I can confidently say, "Sorry, I was busy sa...
Is it just me or does everyone find themselves lying awake at 3 AM, questioning their entire life choices? Like, why did I think eating that entire family-sized pizza was a good idea? And can someone please explain why we all pretend to know what we’re doing when adulting is basically just Googling how to boil water? Like, am I living my best life or auditioning for a reality show called "What Not...
I’m convinced that every cafe has a secret mission to serve the smallest portions of food known to mankind. Like, I just paid 15 bucks for what looked like a fun-sized candy bar of a burger? And don’t even get me started on the “artistic” plating! Is that a drizzle of sauce on the plate or did the chef just sneeze? At this point, I feel like I need to order three meals just to feel remotely satisfied. Let’s be real, if I wanted to leave a place hungry, I’d have just stayed home and stared at my empty fridge like an adult.
I’m convinced that every cafe has a secret mission to serve the smallest portions of food known to mankind. Like, I just paid 15 bucks for what looked like a fun-sized candy bar of a burger? And don’t even get me started on the “artistic” plating! Is that a drizzle of sauce on the plate or did the chef just sneeze? At this point, I feel like I need to order three meals just to feel remotely satisfied. Let’s be real, if I wanted to leave a place hungry, I’d have just stayed home and stared at my empty fridge like an adult.
So, I recently decided to give cooking a shot because, well, how hard could it be, right? Spoiler alert: I burned a simple pasta dish to the point where even the smoke alarm was judging me. My roommate walked in and just stared in disbelief, like I was recreating a scene from a horror movie. Now, I just microwave everything and tell people I’m on a “modernist” diet. Honestly, if the fire departmen...