I mean, can we just agree that giving unsolicited advice is the ultimate form of modern torture? Like, I don’t need your 10-step plan for happiness when I can barely find my other sock. And can we acknowledge that the people who give relationship advice are often the ones with the most chaotic dating lives? Maybe just keep your “wisdom” to yourself and let me figure out how not to trip over my own...
I can’t be the only one who feels like adulthood is just a never-ending series of “What do I want to be when I grow up?” moments. Like, I’m 30 and still deciding between a career in poetry or becoming a professional napper. Meanwhile, my high school self is shaking her head in disappointment. And don’t even get me started on the “success” conversation—why does it feel like everyone else has their ...
Is it just me or does every family WhatsApp group have that one relative who sends a "Good morning" message every single day like it’s an Olympic event? Like, congrats, Auntie, you found the ‘Copy’ and ‘Paste’ buttons! And don’t even get me started on the chain messages. If I see one more “If you love your family, forward this to 20 people,” I might just start forwarding it to the group chat with a “Don’t love your family? Here’s the unsubscription link.” Honestly, I think I’ve developed a small amount of trauma from these daily notifications. How do you escape the madness without being the villain?
Is it just me or does every family WhatsApp group have that one relative who sends a "Good morning" message every single day like it’s an Olympic event? Like, congrats, Auntie, you found the ‘Copy’ and ‘Paste’ buttons! And don’t even get me started on the chain messages. If I see one more “If you love your family, forward this to 20 people,” I might just start forwarding it to the group chat with a “Don’t love your family? Here’s the unsubscription link.” Honestly, I think I’ve developed a small amount of trauma from these daily notifications. How do you escape the madness without being the villain?
So I finally decided to take my parents' advice and "get serious" about my career, which somehow translates to signing up for a finance course. Spoiler alert: I'm not even great with my own budget, let alone balancing books! Why do they think I want to spend my evenings with spreadsheets instead of binge-watching true crime docs? Honestly, if anyone needs me, I'll be the one drowning in numbers wh...