I went on a solo trip recently, thinking I’d find myself or something deep like that. Instead, I ended up lost in a village with no phone signal, trying to explain to a bunch of locals why I thought eating raw fish for breakfast was a good idea. Spoiler: it was not. They just stared at me like I was the punchline in some bad joke. Now I’m convinced that my GPS is on a personal vendetta. Anyone els...
Honestly, can we take a moment to appreciate random people who hold the door open for you? Like, I'm usually in a hurry and half the time struggling with balancing my coffee and phone, but somehow, there's always that one kind soul who swoops in like a superhero. It’s like you’ve just been saved from a potential double-drop disaster. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here questioning if I'd ever do the same ...
You ever sit down to think about your life choices and realize that you’re just one bad decision away from being a reality show star? Like, I could totally see myself in a “Survivor: Office Edition” where I’m fighting over the last piece of leftover pizza in the break room while trying to avoid Karen’s unsolicited advice on my spreadsheets. Honestly, what does it say about me that I'm more invested in my Netflix queue than my actual life goals? Seriously, at this point my personal growth plan is just a series of “I’ll start tomorrow” and “But what if I want to stay in bed instead?”
You ever sit down to think about your life choices and realize that you’re just one bad decision away from being a reality show star? Like, I could totally see myself in a “Survivor: Office Edition” where I’m fighting over the last piece of leftover pizza in the break room while trying to avoid Karen’s unsolicited advice on my spreadsheets. Honestly, what does it say about me that I'm more invested in my Netflix queue than my actual life goals? Seriously, at this point my personal growth plan is just a series of “I’ll start tomorrow” and “But what if I want to stay in bed instead?”
You know what's wild? I realized I can binge-watch entire seasons of shows in a weekend, but when it comes to reading a book, I’m like “Oh look, a butterfly!” and suddenly my attention span evaporates. Like, how did I become a master of avoiding depth while devouring 12 hours of mindless drama? I feel like I’m committed to being shallow in every aspect of my life but somehow, Netflix still manages...