So apparently, if you don’t take pictures of your food, did you even eat it? I tried this new “culinary experience” where the waiter was basically a food critic and I was just sitting there like, "I don't know if this foam on my plate is art or a mistake." Meanwhile, the waiter looked like he just walked out of a Vogue photoshoot, judging my outdated t-shirt like it should come with a warning labe...
I finally caved and decided to read all those "classics" that everyone says I should be into. But honestly, if I have to read another line about a brooding character pondering life while staring out a window, I might throw the book out said window. Like, I get it, existential dread is charming and all, but can we not just have one protagonist who’s excited about something mundane? I just want to r...
I’m starting to think that adulting is just a long series of decisions that nobody knows how to make, followed by a ton of faux confidence. Like, is it wrong to order takeout for the third night in a row because I didn’t feel like cooking for myself? Or is it actually a gourmet lifestyle choice? And don’t get me started on the “find your passion” advice – I’m still trying to figure out if my real talent is binge-watching shows or finding new ways to avoid responsibility. Can someone pass me the manual on this whole “life” thing?
I’m starting to think that adulting is just a long series of decisions that nobody knows how to make, followed by a ton of faux confidence. Like, is it wrong to order takeout for the third night in a row because I didn’t feel like cooking for myself? Or is it actually a gourmet lifestyle choice? And don’t get me started on the “find your passion” advice – I’m still trying to figure out if my real talent is binge-watching shows or finding new ways to avoid responsibility. Can someone pass me the manual on this whole “life” thing?
Why is it that every time I try to give someone advice, it sounds like I’m quoting a self-help book I never read? Like, "You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take," but meanwhile, I can’t even take the chance to text back my crush because I’m convinced they’ve already ghosted me in their mind. Honestly, if everyone just admitted they’re winging it in life, we’d get so much more done. Anyone else...