I’ve been pretending to love classical music just to seem sophisticated at dinner parties, but honestly, the last time I liked a piece was when it was playing in the background of a video game I was too busy grinding in. I have zero artistic taste, and my favorite “composer” is probably the dude who made the soundtrack for Minecraft. Please tell me I’m not the only one faking it just to impress pe...
If you’re ever feeling lost in life, just remember: even a GPS recalculates sometimes. So what if you’re 30 and still don’t have your life 'sorted out'—I mean, half of my friends still can’t figure out how to boil an egg without burning water. Life isn’t a race, it’s more like that awkward pause after you ask for directions and you realize the person has no clue what they’re talking about either. ...
So, I decided to finally read that classic novel everyone raves about, you know the one that’s basically a rite of passage for “smart” people. Nine chapters in, I’m still trying to figure out who’s who, and I swear I’ve accidentally created a fanfic in my head where the main character just becomes a successful influencer instead of whatever tragic fate awaits them. Honestly, can we just admit that sometimes reading classic literature feels like a 600-page episode of a soap opera with all the drama but none of the plot twists? Why can't I just sip my coffee and enjoy a rom-com without feeling guilty about not diving into the "greats"?
So, I decided to finally read that classic novel everyone raves about, you know the one that’s basically a rite of passage for “smart” people. Nine chapters in, I’m still trying to figure out who’s who, and I swear I’ve accidentally created a fanfic in my head where the main character just becomes a successful influencer instead of whatever tragic fate awaits them. Honestly, can we just admit that sometimes reading classic literature feels like a 600-page episode of a soap opera with all the drama but none of the plot twists? Why can't I just sip my coffee and enjoy a rom-com without feeling guilty about not diving into the "greats"?
I’m convinced that the only true art form left in this world is the ability to Netflix and chill alone without feeling like a total loser. It’s a talent, really. I mean, who needs a social life when you can achieve emotional highs and lows from fictional characters making the worst choices possible? Seriously, I've had more intense relationships with TV shows than with any person in the last few y...