Okay, hear me out. If you’re the kind of person who still thinks it’s cool to send a text three days after a date, STOP. If they liked you, they’d be texting you first. It’s 2024, not the Stone Age. Just hit them up! What’s the worst that could happen? You get ghosted? Oh wait, that already happened when you decided to play hard to get. Just take the plunge! I mean, unless you enjoy the thrill of ...
I just want to take a moment to appreciate the absolute genius behind Netflix’s 'Skip Intro' button. Like, thank you for validating my inability to commit to a 30-second theme song that’s somehow always overdramatic. Also, can we talk about how every reality show has at least one contestant who comes in looking like they just stumbled out of a time machine from 2008? It’s like, were you not watchi...
Sometimes I wonder if my life is just a series of poorly written skits where I’m the only one who didn’t get the script. Like, is everyone else just out here pretending they have it all figured out while we’re all secretly googling "how to adult" at 3 AM? And do we really believe that “finding ourselves” is just a trendy way of saying we’re procrastinating until we hit 30? Because honestly, my biggest life achievement right now is figuring out what to watch next on Netflix. Anyone else feel like we’re just collectively winging it?
Sometimes I wonder if my life is just a series of poorly written skits where I’m the only one who didn’t get the script. Like, is everyone else just out here pretending they have it all figured out while we’re all secretly googling "how to adult" at 3 AM? And do we really believe that “finding ourselves” is just a trendy way of saying we’re procrastinating until we hit 30? Because honestly, my biggest life achievement right now is figuring out what to watch next on Netflix. Anyone else feel like we’re just collectively winging it?
So, I just realized that my life is basically a sitcom without a laugh track. I mean, yesterday I tried to impress my neighbor by making a grand entrance with my groceries, but I ended up dropping an entire watermelon and creating a fruit massacre in the hallway. Instead of help, all I got was a witness who probably has a great story for his friends now. And don’t even get me started on trying to ...