You ever notice that everyone has an opinion on how to live your life, but the ones giving advice can’t even keep their plants alive? Like, my friend gives me relationship advice while her own love life is basically a soap opera with terrible writing. Here’s my hot take: if you need to ask for advice, just do the opposite of what everyone says. It’s usually more entertaining, and hey, at least you...
So I went to this fancy restaurant the other night, thinking I’d treat myself, right? I ordered a "deconstructed" dish—turns out that just means they took a regular burger and threw it on a plate like it had a bad breakup. Also, the waiter was super dramatic about everything, saying my pasta was "an exploration of flavor" when honestly it tasted like my last failed relationship: confusing and left...
I had this wild experience on a long train journey the other day. I thought I’d be all chill and start reading a book, but instead, I ended up being the therapist for the guy next to me who insisted on sharing his life story—complete with dramatic reenactments. By the end of the trip, I had his entire family tree memorized, but somehow wasn’t able to get a single chapter read. Guess I should start charging for my listening skills. Can empathy be a side hustle or nah?
I had this wild experience on a long train journey the other day. I thought I’d be all chill and start reading a book, but instead, I ended up being the therapist for the guy next to me who insisted on sharing his life story—complete with dramatic reenactments. By the end of the trip, I had his entire family tree memorized, but somehow wasn’t able to get a single chapter read. Guess I should start charging for my listening skills. Can empathy be a side hustle or nah?
Can we talk about how people think it's okay to just walk into your personal space like they own the place? Like, excuse me, do you see a ‘come in’ sign on my forehead? I swear, my neighbor has mistaken my living room for a public lounge. Just yesterday, they strolled in uninvited, plopped on my couch, and started critiquing my TV choice like an unqualified movie critic. I mean, I love “reality” T...