I once heard someone say that "comparison is the thief of joy," and honestly, it took me way too long to figure out how true that is. I scroll through social media and it's like everyone’s living their best life while I’m just here trying to figure out whether I can make it to the end of the week without going broke. If you’ve got a few extra bucks lying around, maybe one of your "doing great" fri...
Is it just me or does scrolling through social media feel like wandering through a museum of curated lives where everything glittery is totally fake? Like, someone posts their "perfect breakfast" and I'm over here having cereal out of a Tupperware while wearing the same pajamas from last night. Meanwhile, I can't even keep my plants alive, but sure, let me take lifestyle tips from someone who's ne...
Can we talk about the sheer horror of trying to find parking in the city? I swear it’s a scene straight out of a horror movie—me circling blocks like a shark looking for a snack, watching those sweet empty spots get snatched up while I’m stuck behind some dude taking 10 minutes to park his tiny hatchback. Meanwhile, my car’s practically screaming “I can’t believe we’re still doing this!” at me. And you know exactly what I’m talking about when you finally spot a space...only to realize it’s just too small for your car and you have to pretend you weren’t eyeing it like a vulture. Seriously, can we just have a designated spot for people who just can't parallel park?
Can we talk about the sheer horror of trying to find parking in the city? I swear it’s a scene straight out of a horror movie—me circling blocks like a shark looking for a snack, watching those sweet empty spots get snatched up while I’m stuck behind some dude taking 10 minutes to park his tiny hatchback. Meanwhile, my car’s practically screaming “I can’t believe we’re still doing this!” at me. And you know exactly what I’m talking about when you finally spot a space...only to realize it’s just too small for your car and you have to pretend you weren’t eyeing it like a vulture. Seriously, can we just have a designated spot for people who just can't parallel park?
I’ve spent more money on books I’ll never read than on actual therapy. Like, I have a whole library of self-help books collecting dust that I bought in a moment of “I’m definitely going to fix my life.” Spoiler: I’m still scrolling through Instagram at 3 AM instead of applying the 10 steps to success. Can someone tell me why I’m like this? Why do I convince myself that buying another book will som...