I have a confession: I think people overestimate how much they really want to travel. We romanticize it like it’s all sunsets and stunning landscapes, but let’s be real—who actually enjoys the 10-hour flight next to a guy who thinks armrest etiquette is a myth? And don’t get me started on figuring out foreign public transport systems while holding a heavy suitcase and starving because your flight ...
Why does everyone act like they’re going to be best friends with their roommates before moving in? Like, we’re sharing a fridge, not a soul bond. I'm just here for the Netflix password and to avoid the awkward eye contact in the kitchen. But let’s be real – I don’t even want to share my snacks, so what are we really doing here? Tell me I'm not the only one who just wants to coexist without turning...
Sometimes I think about how we spend our whole lives in this ridiculous cycle of chasing success, only to realize that most of us just want to feel seen and validated by people we don't even like. Like, we’re all out here pretending to engage in deep conversations about our “career aspirations” when really, we’re just hoping someone will notice how hard we’re trying. Am I the only one who finds that completely absurd? It’s like we’re all walking around with “please validate me” signs and half of us didn’t even get the memo!
Sometimes I think about how we spend our whole lives in this ridiculous cycle of chasing success, only to realize that most of us just want to feel seen and validated by people we don't even like. Like, we’re all out here pretending to engage in deep conversations about our “career aspirations” when really, we’re just hoping someone will notice how hard we’re trying. Am I the only one who finds that completely absurd? It’s like we’re all walking around with “please validate me” signs and half of us didn’t even get the memo!
I had this realization today: if I had a dollar for every time I felt like I’m totally winging it in life, I’d probably have enough to actually hire someone to help me figure it out. Seriously, why does everyone else seem to have their act together while I’m over here just Googling “How to adult” at 2 AM? It’s like we’re all just pretending to know what we’re doing while secretly waiting for someo...