Last week, I took a solo trip to this “hidden gem” beach that turned out to be less of a gem and more of a rock-infested, mosquito paradise. I swear I spent more time swatting bugs than actually enjoying the sun. And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I tripped over a rock and flopped into the sand like a seal. So, if anyone asks how my beach vacation was, I’ll just tell them I went for tr...
I finally tried meditating today because apparently that’s what adults do to cope with life. Spoiler alert: my brain thought it was a great time to replay every embarrassing moment since Kindergarten. By the end, I was pretty sure I’d just reshaped my anxiety into a personalized highlight reel. So now I’m back to scrolling my phone for some sweet, sweet distraction instead. Adulting is hard, man.
I was once in a group project where we had to make a presentation on climate change. Spoiler alert: three of us didn't even show up to the last meeting because we thought it would magically complete itself. Seriously, the only thing more toxic than our project’s environmental impact was our teamwork. We ended up winging it and somehow got an A. Now I’m questioning everything—did we actually understand anything about climate change, or just mastered the art of bluffing? If only my career could be built on that skill instead.
I was once in a group project where we had to make a presentation on climate change. Spoiler alert: three of us didn't even show up to the last meeting because we thought it would magically complete itself. Seriously, the only thing more toxic than our project’s environmental impact was our teamwork. We ended up winging it and somehow got an A. Now I’m questioning everything—did we actually understand anything about climate change, or just mastered the art of bluffing? If only my career could be built on that skill instead.
Why is it that every time you finally get comfortable in your seat on a train, someone chooses THAT moment to ask for your ticket? Like, buddy, I swear I was just about to put my phone down and engage in a deep existential crisis about my life choices, but now you've made it weird. Also, can we talk about how people treat the snack vendors like they’re picking up a diamond? "Excuse me, can you sto...