Why is it that the moment I finally get my life somewhat together, I start questioning every decision I've ever made? Like, I went to bed feeling accomplished, but now I’m up at 3 AM wondering if I should have taken that job in marketing instead of going for my passion project. Why do we do this to ourselves? Can I get a “THIS” if you’ve spiraled too?
I have a confession: every time I see a couple being overly cute in public, I have this insane urge to shout, "Get a room!" But deep down, I’m just a little jealous that I’m not the one getting that kind of attention. Like, why is it so easy for them to find love while I’m over here swiping left on everything that moves? Can we just agree that dating is basically a full-time job at this point, and...
I just realized that my life is basically a series of unfortunate events, but with way less charm than a Lemony Snicket book. Like, who decided it was a great idea to have a family reunion during my annual existential crisis? And can we talk about my cousin who spends the entire time bragging about how he "found himself" on a 3-month yoga retreat? Meanwhile, I'm just here trying to find the path from the couch to the fridge without contemplating my entire life’s choices. Seriously, can we make family gatherings more about food and less about comparisons?
I just realized that my life is basically a series of unfortunate events, but with way less charm than a Lemony Snicket book. Like, who decided it was a great idea to have a family reunion during my annual existential crisis? And can we talk about my cousin who spends the entire time bragging about how he "found himself" on a 3-month yoga retreat? Meanwhile, I'm just here trying to find the path from the couch to the fridge without contemplating my entire life’s choices. Seriously, can we make family gatherings more about food and less about comparisons?
You ever sit down for a movie night and think you’re about to dive into a masterpiece, only to realize it’s a two-hour commercial for a product no one asked for? Like, “Congratulations, you just wasted your evening on a glorified ad for a luxury SUV that’s somehow featured more than the lead actor.” At this point, I’m half-expecting popcorn to start popping in the credits as an advertisement for b...