Why do we still insist on asking kids what they want to be when they grow up? Like, half of us adults are just over here Googling “how to survive Monday.” Do we really think little Timmy wants to be a lawyer or is he just trying to avoid that math test? I mean, I can barely decide what to have for breakfast. Can we just ask them what snacks they want instead? At least that feels more realistic.
I spent all day scrolling through my phone and realized that I've officially achieved the highest level of procrastination. Like, I could've written a novel or solved world hunger, but instead, I watched a guy on TikTok juggle flaming swords while eating a burrito. And honestly, what does that say about me? I mean, I can't even juggle my own thoughts half the time. Maybe I'm just living in a simul...
Is it just me, or does everyone suddenly show up with unsolicited advice the minute you mention you want to try something new? Like, I told my aunt I was thinking about taking up pottery and she launched into this whole sermon about how it’s a “waste of time” and “I should focus on real work.” Meanwhile, she’s on her third Netflix binge of the week! Like, can we have a moment of silence for all the hobbies that could’ve flourished if we just stopped judging each other for wanting to create? At this point, I’m more dedicated to avoiding her calls than I am to my actual hobby!
Is it just me, or does everyone suddenly show up with unsolicited advice the minute you mention you want to try something new? Like, I told my aunt I was thinking about taking up pottery and she launched into this whole sermon about how it’s a “waste of time” and “I should focus on real work.” Meanwhile, she’s on her third Netflix binge of the week! Like, can we have a moment of silence for all the hobbies that could’ve flourished if we just stopped judging each other for wanting to create? At this point, I’m more dedicated to avoiding her calls than I am to my actual hobby!
I just want to take a moment to appreciate the unsung heroes of every office: the people who bring snacks to meetings. Like, seriously, how can we ever discuss boring quarterly reports without a box of donuts to fuel our existential dread? You’re the real MVPs, making bad ideas taste a little sweeter and awkward silences less painful. If I could give you a raise, I would. But for now, a heartfelt ...