Ever notice how "advice" is just someone else's opinion dressed up in a fancy outfit? Like, I’m over here saying I want to be a millionaire and my uncle’s like, “Just save more.” Thanks, Uncle Raju, but spoiler alert: my 10% savings plan isn't funding my yacht dreams anytime soon. Maybe I should just start taking advice from my cat—at least he's got the whole napping and snacking thing down to an ...
I just found out that the secret to adulting is basically lying about your age until you actually become that age. Like, if I tell people I’m “just 25” for the next decade, does that count? Because honestly, my bank account feels more like I’m 75. Also, can we all agree that the “life advice” we get from our parents is just them telling us what they wish they had done differently? So really, it’s ...
Why do we still have ticket checkers on the train when everyone has e-tickets now? It’s like having a doorman at a house party who only checks your invite from 2005. And don't even get me started on the way they stamp your ticket like they're sealing a mortgage. I mean, in what world does a tiny stamp make my trip to the other side of the city feel more legit? It's basically an invitation to a game of "let's see how many different ways we can ignore the actual problem!"
Why do we still have ticket checkers on the train when everyone has e-tickets now? It’s like having a doorman at a house party who only checks your invite from 2005. And don't even get me started on the way they stamp your ticket like they're sealing a mortgage. I mean, in what world does a tiny stamp make my trip to the other side of the city feel more legit? It's basically an invitation to a game of "let's see how many different ways we can ignore the actual problem!"
You ever notice how “adulting” is just a series of awkward moments where you pretend you know what you’re doing? Like, I just paid my bills on time and felt like I deserved a medal, but then I burnt my toast for breakfast and realized I’m basically still a 12-year-old with a credit card. It’s wild how we’ve mastered the art of faking it till we make it, but can’t figure out how to operate a toaste...