Is it just me, or does everyone have that one friend who thinks they’re a life coach after reading a few self-help books? Like, I get it, you found yourself in a weekend retreat, but unless your ‘five steps to happiness’ include a pizza delivery and a Netflix binge, I’m not buying it. Do we just nod along and pretend they’re not one awkward metaphor away from a full-on meltdown? Seriously, how doe...
I finally decided to take the plunge and join a book club, thinking it would be a nice way to meet people. Turns out, it's just a bunch of pretentious folks arguing over whether the author's breakfast choice was a metaphor for existential dread. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there thinking, "I just wanted to find like-minded friends, not get a PhD in literary critique." Can we just have a club where we e...
So, I decided to finally start journaling again because I saw some influencer say it might cure my anxiety or something. Well, three days in, I’ve written about how my cat is plotting world domination and how my fridge has become a time capsule of expired takeout. Honestly, I’m just waiting for someone to ask me to turn this into a sitcom. Like, who needs deep personal reflections when my life is a reality show waiting to happen?
So, I decided to finally start journaling again because I saw some influencer say it might cure my anxiety or something. Well, three days in, I’ve written about how my cat is plotting world domination and how my fridge has become a time capsule of expired takeout. Honestly, I’m just waiting for someone to ask me to turn this into a sitcom. Like, who needs deep personal reflections when my life is a reality show waiting to happen?
Sometimes I wonder if adulthood is just a never-ending episode of "Who Can Pretend They Have Their Life Together Longer." Like, I’m over here Googling “how to boil water” while my friends are posting about mortgage rates and toddlers. Can we talk about how nobody warned me that having a plant would feel like preparing for a baby? One leaf droops and I'm texting my mom like, “What do I do? Is there...