You ever just sit there and think, “Wow, I’ve really peaked at 27”? Like, I now have the same three conversations with people: “How's work?” “Still single?” and “I can't believe how quickly time flies.” What happened to the wild dreams of conquering the world? Now I’m just trying to figure out how to make it to Friday without Googling “How to adult.” Am I alone in this quarter-life crisis, or is e...
I just realized that the older I get, the more I relate to those grumpy old men on benches complaining about the youth. Like, at 30, I can’t handle loud music in restaurants anymore without feeling my entire soul exit my body. Seriously, is it too much to ask for a place where I can enjoy my overpriced avocado toast without feeling like I'm at a nightclub? And don't even get me started on the fact...
Is it just me or do people overcomplicate the whole “finding yourself” thing? Like, I thought it was just a matter of stepping outside, taking a deep breath, and realizing I’m really just here for the snacks. I mean, if I have to meditate for hours or go on a deep soul-searching trip to figure out that I’d rather be eating pizza in my pajamas, count me out. Who needs enlightenment when you have cheesy toppings, right?
Is it just me or do people overcomplicate the whole “finding yourself” thing? Like, I thought it was just a matter of stepping outside, taking a deep breath, and realizing I’m really just here for the snacks. I mean, if I have to meditate for hours or go on a deep soul-searching trip to figure out that I’d rather be eating pizza in my pajamas, count me out. Who needs enlightenment when you have cheesy toppings, right?
Why is it that every time I try to adult, I end up feeling like I’m just playing a very long game of pretend? Like, I have my life together on paper, but inside I’m still the kid who cried when they had to share their toys. I mean, why do people act like they know what they’re doing? Adulting is literally just Googling "how to fix your life" and hoping for the best. At this point, I’m pretty sure ...