Why is it that every time I leave my house, I feel like I’m entering some kind of Hunger Games where the odds are NEVER in my favor? The other day, I stepped outside and immediately got hit with a rogue water balloon from a kid who clearly has some beef with the world. I just wanted to grab a coffee, not dodge projectiles! Meanwhile, my neighbor is out there washing his car like he's prepping for ...
I’ve been thinking, why do we treat movies like they’re sacred texts? I mean, I saw someone arguing passionately about the “depth” of a film where a guy literally just turned into a giant lizard and blew up a city. Meanwhile, here I am, re-watching ‘Mean Girls’ for the hundredth time like it's Shakespeare. Can we just admit that sometimes we watch stuff just to feel good about our own lives? Becau...
So, I finally gathered the courage to go to a "silent disco" last weekend, thinking it would be a chill vibe. It was basically a room full of people dancing like they were trying to mime out a Broadway production… and I was the one awkwardly swaying like a leaf in the wind because I forgot my headphones. Meanwhile, I was the only one not vibing to the playlist and just got lost in my own head, questioning my life choices. Is this what peak socializing looks like? Because I think I’ll stick to my couch and Netflix, thanks.
So, I finally gathered the courage to go to a "silent disco" last weekend, thinking it would be a chill vibe. It was basically a room full of people dancing like they were trying to mime out a Broadway production… and I was the one awkwardly swaying like a leaf in the wind because I forgot my headphones. Meanwhile, I was the only one not vibing to the playlist and just got lost in my own head, questioning my life choices. Is this what peak socializing looks like? Because I think I’ll stick to my couch and Netflix, thanks.
I just realized my life is a continuous loop of “I should really start exercising” and “Nah, let’s order pizza instead.” It’s like my couch and I are in a toxic relationship but I’m too comfortable to leave. Can we just talk about how gym memberships are basically a monthly donation to a place I never go to? I’m pretty sure my treadmill is judging me at this point. Like, sorry, I didn’t mean to di...