I just realized I've been using a phone for 10 years that takes better pictures than my entire high school photography class combined, and yet here I am, still taking all my shots in portrait mode like I'm some kind of aspiring influencer. The best part? The last time I tried to set up a proper photo shoot, I ended up with more pictures of my cat looking annoyed than anything else. Honestly, if my...
Honestly, I have to say being an adult is a scam. Remember when we were kids and thought “growing up” meant endless freedom and doing whatever we wanted? Meanwhile, here I am, paying bills and having existential crises over whether I should splurge on that fancy coffee or save for ‘adult’ things. Like, can I just go back to nap time and snack breaks? Who knew adulthood would have so many plot twis...
Is it just me, or is anyone else utterly convinced that adulting is just a never-ending loop of pretending you have your life together while secretly Googling "how to adult"? I mean, one minute you're vibing to some self-help podcast, and the next, you're elbow-deep in a frozen pizza because you forgot to eat lunch—and then they expect us to make retirement plans? Nah, I’m just trying to plan my next nap.
Is it just me, or is anyone else utterly convinced that adulting is just a never-ending loop of pretending you have your life together while secretly Googling "how to adult"? I mean, one minute you're vibing to some self-help podcast, and the next, you're elbow-deep in a frozen pizza because you forgot to eat lunch—and then they expect us to make retirement plans? Nah, I’m just trying to plan my next nap.
I’m honestly at a point in my life where I appreciate my bed more than most of my relationships. Like, my bed never judges me for binge-watching an entire season of a show in one sitting or eating a family-sized bag of chips alone. It’s the real MVP. Meanwhile, my friends are texting me about brunch plans, and I’m like, “Can I just stay in bed and become one with the mattress?” But sure, let’s go ...