I’ve spent more money on books I’ll never read than on actual therapy. Like, I have a whole library of self-help books collecting dust that I bought in a moment of “I’m definitely going to fix my life.” Spoiler: I’m still scrolling through Instagram at 3 AM instead of applying the 10 steps to success. Can someone tell me why I’m like this? Why do I convince myself that buying another book will som...
Is it just me, or is the smell of rain suddenly the best perfume ever? I could be sitting in traffic, fuming about life, but the moment those first drops hit, I’m like “Ah, yes, nature’s aromatherapy.” Meanwhile, my mom is still convinced that perfume is for special occasions, while I’m over here rocking “Eau de Wet Pavement” like it’s a luxury brand. Just waiting for the day they start bottling t...
So, I took a solo trip recently, thinking it would be all "Eat, Pray, Love" vibes, but instead it turned into "Lost, Confused, and Slightly Scared." Picture this: I miss my train by literally 2 seconds, sprint down the platform, and end up in a random cafe trying to explain my life goals to a barista who barely speaks English. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there with a cappuccino that costs more than my life savings, and I realize the only thing I’ve prayed for is to find a bathroom without a line. Can someone remind me how this whole self-discovery thing works again? Because I'm feeling more lost than I did at home.
So, I took a solo trip recently, thinking it would be all "Eat, Pray, Love" vibes, but instead it turned into "Lost, Confused, and Slightly Scared." Picture this: I miss my train by literally 2 seconds, sprint down the platform, and end up in a random cafe trying to explain my life goals to a barista who barely speaks English. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there with a cappuccino that costs more than my life savings, and I realize the only thing I’ve prayed for is to find a bathroom without a line. Can someone remind me how this whole self-discovery thing works again? Because I'm feeling more lost than I did at home.
Why is it that every time I try to get into a new hobby, I end up with more stuff than I can handle? I bought a guitar because “everyone says it’s therapeutic,” but now I just have a $200 decoration collecting dust and a guilt trip from my friends who keep asking for a private concert. Can we agree that hobbies are just expensive ways to feel bad about ourselves? Like, I didn’t sign up for a side ...