You ever get so lost in your own thoughts that you start talking to yourself out loud? So there I was, walking into a meeting, and suddenly I’m mentally preparing my case for why pineapple on pizza is the culinary equivalent of a Picasso painting. The stares I got when I realized I was actually saying it out loud in front of my boss and colleagues? Priceless. I mean, if I don’t get fired for that,...
Is it just me, or do we all have that one friend who’s way too enthusiastic about their “self-care Sundays” while the rest of us are just trying to survive the week? Like, they’re over here lighting candles, journaling, and sipping herbal tea while I’m contemplating if I can go another day without a proper shower and still be socially acceptable. Can we just acknowledge that self-care for some of ...
So there I am, sitting on a train, surrounded by people staring at their phones like they’re in a cult meeting. Suddenly, the guy next to me sneezes without covering his mouth, and I immediately dive for my hand sanitizer like it’s the last life raft on the Titanic. I mean, is it too much to ask us to behave like civilized humans when we're squished together like sardines? Or is this just the universe’s way of telling me to invest in a bubble? Honestly, I’ll take my chances with the bubble over catching whatever germs are flying around.
So there I am, sitting on a train, surrounded by people staring at their phones like they’re in a cult meeting. Suddenly, the guy next to me sneezes without covering his mouth, and I immediately dive for my hand sanitizer like it’s the last life raft on the Titanic. I mean, is it too much to ask us to behave like civilized humans when we're squished together like sardines? Or is this just the universe’s way of telling me to invest in a bubble? Honestly, I’ll take my chances with the bubble over catching whatever germs are flying around.
I’ve realized something deeply unsettling about myself: I’m fully convinced I could survive a zombie apocalypse, but I can’t even make a decent bowl of pasta. Like, I can dodge a virtual bullet in Call of Duty, but in real life, boiling water feels like a high-stakes game. My kitchen is basically a horror movie waiting to happen—last time I tried to cook, the smoke alarm became my biggest fan. I s...