I’m convinced that every time I go to a restaurant, I’m actually signing up for a secret competition called "how long can we make you wait for mediocre food." Like, I could’ve cooked a three-course meal by the time they bring out my order. And when it finally arrives, it’s like they used a half-empty salt shaker for seasoning. It’s a miracle I’m not on a first-name basis with the delivery guy at t...
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 that I now get excited about soft cushions and good lighting—what happened to my dreams of being a carefree wanderer? Instead, here I am, planning my next trip to IKEA for "home essentials." How did we go from wild nights to arguing over which curtains go best with the couch?
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 that I now get excited about soft cushions and good lighting—what happened to my dreams of being a carefree wanderer? Instead, here I am, planning my next trip to IKEA for "home essentials." How did we go from wild nights to arguing over which curtains go best with the couch?
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 ch...