Why do we, as a society, think that asking someone "What do you do?" is a personality trait? Like, my job doesn’t define me, Karen! I could be a professional napper or a full-time pizza enthusiast for all you know. Can we agree to ask something more interesting, like “What’s your most embarrassing moment?” or “If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I need deep...
I have this totally irrational fear that if I start a new hobby like painting or pottery, my entire life will pivot into a chaotic journey of failed projects and abandoned dreams. Like, one minute I’m trying to make a clay mug, and the next I’m spiraling into an existential crisis over why my "masterpiece" looks like a deformed potato. Anyone else secretly terrified of becoming the world's worst a...
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else has that moment in the shower where they suddenly solve all of life’s biggest mysteries, only to forget them by the time they towel off. Like, I could be a motivational speaker if only my brain didn’t turn into a soggy sponge the second I step out. And honestly, why do I always think of my most embarrassing moments at 2 AM? Like, do I really need a replay of my 8th-grade talent show flub while I’m trying to sleep? How is this 'me time' supposed to be relaxing?
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else has that moment in the shower where they suddenly solve all of life’s biggest mysteries, only to forget them by the time they towel off. Like, I could be a motivational speaker if only my brain didn’t turn into a soggy sponge the second I step out. And honestly, why do I always think of my most embarrassing moments at 2 AM? Like, do I really need a replay of my 8th-grade talent show flub while I’m trying to sleep? How is this 'me time' supposed to be relaxing?
Is it just me, or do we all agree that "What are you passionate about?" is the most terrifying question ever? Like, I can barely decide what to have for breakfast, and you expect me to have a life mission? I’m over here just trying to figure out if I should binge-watch another season of a show or actually go outside. Just admit it, we’re all way better at making excuses to avoid that question than...