I need to know—why do people insist on finishing an entire series in one sitting, only to complain about how empty their lives feel after? Like, I thought binge-watching was supposed to be the fun part, not a gateway to questioning my entire existence. Do we just trade one addiction for another? What happened to moderation? Or is this a sign that we should all just start knitting or something?
Okay, listen up. If you're ever in a tough spot and need to make a decision, just remember this: if a stranger on the internet gives better advice than your friends, it’s time to reevaluate your social circle. Like, my friends are giving me relationship advice while they’re in situationships that would make Jerry Springer proud. I mean, I could write a self-help book titled “How Not to Date.” Just...
I used to think being a “bookworm” was cute until I realized it just means I’m too awkward to make real friends. Now my besties are fictional characters whose issues are way more dramatic than mine, and I’m pretty sure I’ve developed emotional attachments to books more than actual humans. Like, I’m out here crying over a character’s breakup while my own love life resembles a sad rom-com where no one gets the happy ending. How’s that for relatable?
I used to think being a “bookworm” was cute until I realized it just means I’m too awkward to make real friends. Now my besties are fictional characters whose issues are way more dramatic than mine, and I’m pretty sure I’ve developed emotional attachments to books more than actual humans. Like, I’m out here crying over a character’s breakup while my own love life resembles a sad rom-com where no one gets the happy ending. How’s that for relatable?
What’s the deal with people who insist they can’t enjoy a song unless it’s on vinyl? Like, are you really vibing harder because you have to get up every 20 minutes to flip the record? I get it, it's vintage and all, but I’m over here doing a little happy dance with my playlist on shuffle, and you’re telling me your hipster aesthetic is superior? C’mon, the only thing more overrated than vinyl love...