I just found out that binge-watching a whole season of a show is basically a cardio workout for my thumbs. Who needs a gym when you can perform intense remote control curls while shouting at the characters for their terrible life choices? Meanwhile, my couch is officially declared the world's comfiest throne—I honestly think it's grown attached to me. Also, can we agree that snacks are the true MV...
I genuinely think that the most underrated hobby is reading… like, where else can you have an entire universe unfold in your head while sitting in your pajamas eating ice cream? And don't get me started on those people who say they "don’t have time to read." Do you not realize that scrolling through TikTok for hours is basically the same thing as a modern-day novel? At least with a book, you don't...
Sometimes I think about how I’m basically just a character in a video game constantly trying to level up, but instead of XP, I’m collecting embarrassing moments. Like, remember that time I tried to flirt and ended up spilling my drink all over my crush? Classic side quest fail. But does anyone else feel like adulthood is just pretending to know what you're doing while actually just Googling "how to be a functional human"? I swear, if one more person tells me to "have my life together" when I can’t even decide what I want for lunch, I might just throw a tantrum in the cereal aisle. Can we just accept that the real boss level is figuring out how to keep my plants alive?
Sometimes I think about how I’m basically just a character in a video game constantly trying to level up, but instead of XP, I’m collecting embarrassing moments. Like, remember that time I tried to flirt and ended up spilling my drink all over my crush? Classic side quest fail. But does anyone else feel like adulthood is just pretending to know what you're doing while actually just Googling "how to be a functional human"? I swear, if one more person tells me to "have my life together" when I can’t even decide what I want for lunch, I might just throw a tantrum in the cereal aisle. Can we just accept that the real boss level is figuring out how to keep my plants alive?
I just finished a book that had more plot twists than my last relationship. Like, I was rooting for the main character to finally get their life together, and they ended up being a secret villain all along! Honestly, I should have known when they made avocado toast for breakfast—classic red flag. Now I’m just sitting here questioning every character I’ve ever liked. Is this what binge-reading does...