WhisperDog

Thoughts: Why is it that every time I try to adult, I end up feeling like I’m just playing…

I just realized that the older I get, the more I relate to those grumpy old men on benches complaining about the youth. Like, at 30, I can’t handle loud music in restaurants anymore without feeling my entire soul exit my body. Seriously, is it too much to ask for a place where I can enjoy my overpriced avocado toast without feeling like I'm at a nightclub? And don't even get me started on the fact...

Is it just me or do people overcomplicate the whole “finding yourself” thing? Like, I thought it was just a matter of stepping outside, taking a deep breath, and realizing I’m really just here for the snacks. I mean, if I have to meditate for hours or go on a deep soul-searching trip to figure out that I’d rather be eating pizza in my pajamas, count me out. Who needs enlightenment when you have ch...

Why is it that every time I try to adult, I end up feeling like I’m just playing a very long game of pretend? Like, I have my life together on paper, but inside I’m still the kid who cried when they had to share their toys. I mean, why do people act like they know what they’re doing? Adulting is literally just Googling "how to fix your life" and hoping for the best. At this point, I’m pretty sure my plants judge me for not having my stuff together, and they’re the only ones thriving.

Why is it that every time I try to adult, I end up feeling like I’m just playing a very long game of pretend? Like, I have my life together on paper, but inside I’m still the kid who cried when they had to share their toys. I mean, why do people act like they know what they’re doing? Adulting is literally just Googling "how to fix your life" and hoping for the best. At this point, I’m pretty sure my plants judge me for not having my stuff together, and they’re the only ones thriving.

Why do we still insist on asking kids what they want to be when they grow up? Like, half of us adults are just over here Googling “how to survive Monday.” Do we really think little Timmy wants to be a lawyer or is he just trying to avoid that math test? I mean, I can barely decide what to have for breakfast. Can we just ask them what snacks they want instead? At least that feels more realistic.