I have a confession: I still sleep with a stuffed animal. Not because I can't function as an adult, but because my brain needs that level of comfort to shut off from the chaos of life. Last week, I had a mini existential crisis at 3 AM and was basically debating the meaning of life with my teddy bear. Spoiler alert: he didn’t have the answers, but he sure was a great listener. Who needs therapy wh...
I have a hot take: reading is basically just watching a movie in slow motion with a lot more imagination, and honestly, I’m not sure why people treat it like it’s harder than lifting weights. Can we just appreciate how books are the OG binge-watch? You don’t need to pay for a subscription, you can read them anytime, and there’s always that one plot twist that makes you question your entire existen...
I’m convinced that every time I go to a restaurant, I’m actually signing up for a secret competition called "how long can we make you wait for mediocre food." Like, I could’ve cooked a three-course meal by the time they bring out my order. And when it finally arrives, it’s like they used a half-empty salt shaker for seasoning. It’s a miracle I’m not on a first-name basis with the delivery guy at this point. Why does eating out feel like a test of my patience and sanity?
I’m convinced that every time I go to a restaurant, I’m actually signing up for a secret competition called "how long can we make you wait for mediocre food." Like, I could’ve cooked a three-course meal by the time they bring out my order. And when it finally arrives, it’s like they used a half-empty salt shaker for seasoning. It’s a miracle I’m not on a first-name basis with the delivery guy at this point. Why does eating out feel like a test of my patience and sanity?
You ever just sit there and think, “Wow, I’ve really peaked at 27”? Like, I now have the same three conversations with people: “How's work?” “Still single?” and “I can't believe how quickly time flies.” What happened to the wild dreams of conquering the world? Now I’m just trying to figure out how to make it to Friday without Googling “How to adult.” Am I alone in this quarter-life crisis, or is e...