I have a confession: I spend more time scrolling through the 'people you may know' section on Facebook than I do actually interacting with my friends. It's like an unending parade of awkward high school memories and people I totally forgot existed, yet here I am, one click away from re-stalking their entire life story. And let’s be real, I’m basically a detective at this point, judging their life ...
Why is it that every time I try to enjoy a movie at home, my neighbors suddenly decide it’s the perfect time to host a full-blown karaoke night? Like, I’m just trying to watch the epic plot twists of a thriller, and instead, I get serenaded by the sounds of someone completely misjudging their vocal range. And don’t even get me started on the inconsistency—every time I actually want to hang out wit...
You know what’s wild? I spent years thinking “once I’m an adult, I’ll have everything figured out.” Spoiler: I’m still Googling “how to adult” while trying to figure out if I’m too old to buy Pokémon cards. Like, why does nobody talk about the moment you realize you’re just a slightly taller kid with a credit card and more responsibilities? And don’t get me started on how I still throw a tantrum when I don’t get my way. Is there a manual for this? Asking for a friend… or maybe just my inner child.
You know what’s wild? I spent years thinking “once I’m an adult, I’ll have everything figured out.” Spoiler: I’m still Googling “how to adult” while trying to figure out if I’m too old to buy Pokémon cards. Like, why does nobody talk about the moment you realize you’re just a slightly taller kid with a credit card and more responsibilities? And don’t get me started on how I still throw a tantrum when I don’t get my way. Is there a manual for this? Asking for a friend… or maybe just my inner child.
Why is it that every time I walk into a public restroom, I suddenly become an undercover detective? Like, why are there always at least two stalls with the lock mechanisms that must’ve been designed by a sadistic engineer? And then there's that one random toilet paper roll that looks like it’s been through a war zone. Can we please agree that no stall should ever have a cracked seat? I’m just tryi...