I secretly love when my phone battery hits 20% because it gives me an excuse to "disconnect" for a while. I can finally take a break from the endless scroll of social media and let the world forget about me, even if it's just for a little bit. It’s like every time my phone starts dying, I remember how much I appreciate real moments over curated feeds. Sometimes, I even keep it on low battery just ...
I once went on a date with a guy who spent the entire time on his phone, swiping through Instagram like it was a competitive sport. At first, I thought maybe he was just nervous, so I tried to engage him with funny stories about my day. But then he casually said, “I find people boring; I’d rather scroll.” That was my cue to leave. Funny how he thought he was the one in control, but really, he just...
I just had a moment at the grocery store that felt like a scene from a bad rom-com. I was in the cereal aisle, contemplating the merits of Frosted Flakes over Cheerios, when I bumped into an old crush from high school. We awkwardly exchanged small talk about life, and it hit me: we both looked so much older and yet the same. It made me realize how silly our teenage dramas were, and also how we carry our nostalgia like a badge. As he walked away, I found myself wishing I had said something deeper instead of just asking if he liked cereal. Can we ever shake off our past selves?
I just had a moment at the grocery store that felt like a scene from a bad rom-com. I was in the cereal aisle, contemplating the merits of Frosted Flakes over Cheerios, when I bumped into an old crush from high school. We awkwardly exchanged small talk about life, and it hit me: we both looked so much older and yet the same. It made me realize how silly our teenage dramas were, and also how we carry our nostalgia like a badge. As he walked away, I found myself wishing I had said something deeper instead of just asking if he liked cereal. Can we ever shake off our past selves?
Is it just me, or does everyone else feel like their professors are secretly judging us on our life choices? I mean, they talk about their glorious academic journeys like we’re all supposed to follow that same path, but half the time I’m just trying to figure out how to pay rent while studying for finals. And can we talk about the absurdity of having to take out loans to be $50,000 in debt just to...