I genuinely think the concept of "adulting" should come with a user manual because why does nobody warn us that grocery shopping feels like a chaotic episode of Survivor? One minute you're in the produce aisle, contemplating if overpriced avocados are worth the risk of being single forever, and the next you're staring at 17 types of toothpaste like it's some high-stakes game show. And don't get me...
Is it just me, or does every time you ask for advice, you end up with the most random and completely unhelpful responses? Like, “Oh, you’re having a tough time at work? You should totally start a TikTok account.” Uhh, what? I just wanted to know how to ask my boss for a raise, not become a social media influencer! It's like asking for a roadmap and getting handed a treasure map instead. Anyone els...
You know what’s wild? I can binge-watch an entire season of a show in a day but can’t seem to finish a single book without falling asleep after three pages. Like, why is my brain wired for Netflix marathons but completely tuned out by literature? I just bought a book that promised to change my life, but I’ve had it for a month and it’s still on my nightstand, gathering dust. At this point, I’m convinced my bookshelf is judging me harder than my mom during family dinners. Is this what adulting looks like?
You know what’s wild? I can binge-watch an entire season of a show in a day but can’t seem to finish a single book without falling asleep after three pages. Like, why is my brain wired for Netflix marathons but completely tuned out by literature? I just bought a book that promised to change my life, but I’ve had it for a month and it’s still on my nightstand, gathering dust. At this point, I’m convinced my bookshelf is judging me harder than my mom during family dinners. Is this what adulting looks like?
So, I decided to pick up painting during lockdown because, you know, “art therapy” and all that jazz. I watched a YouTube tutorial and thought, "How hard can it be?" Fast forward to me spilling an entire tube of acrylic paint on my white carpet while trying to recreate Van Gogh. Now my living room looks like a crime scene and I’m just here trying to convince my friends it’s “abstract expressionism...