I just want to take a moment to appreciate the absolute gems in my life—like that one friend who always knows when to send me a meme that perfectly sums up my struggles. They're basically a therapist with a better sense of humor. Honestly, I don't know how they manage to be so consistently funny and supportive while juggling their own chaos. But also, can we just agree that adulting is a trap? I m...
Is it just me or does every adult conversation start with, "So, how's work?" like we’re all just one salary raise away from happiness? Meanwhile, I’m over here wondering if I should start a side hustle selling artisanal cat sweaters just to cope with the existential dread. Honestly, I think I’d enjoy rejection from customers more than from job applications at this point. At least with the sweaters...
I tried to become a "serious" reader this year, you know, the type that discusses literary analysis over coffee like they’re in a book club. But here I am, pretending I comprehended the last three pages of a best-seller while actually just daydreaming about what pizza toppings I should order for movie night. Can we just admit that sometimes a good Netflix binge is more fulfilling than trying to decode some obscure author’s existential crisis? Like, I get it, I'm supposed to be cultured, but real talk, can someone just write a book where the protagonist is trying to figure out which takeout to order? Because that I would read.
I tried to become a "serious" reader this year, you know, the type that discusses literary analysis over coffee like they’re in a book club. But here I am, pretending I comprehended the last three pages of a best-seller while actually just daydreaming about what pizza toppings I should order for movie night. Can we just admit that sometimes a good Netflix binge is more fulfilling than trying to decode some obscure author’s existential crisis? Like, I get it, I'm supposed to be cultured, but real talk, can someone just write a book where the protagonist is trying to figure out which takeout to order? Because that I would read.
I just spent an entire Saturday binge-watching a show about people building model trains, and not because I’m a train enthusiast. I swear I felt my IQ points dropping with each episode. At this point, I’m seriously considering whether my life choices are leading me to become the world's most boring person. Like, I went from wild party nights to judging the best layout for miniature railroads—I can...