I can't be the only one who thinks that my school teachers were just kids trying to play dress-up as adults, right? Like, one minute they're grading papers, and the next, they're telling us about life as if they’ve got it all figured out. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still Googling "how to fold a fitted sheet." Honestly, if I ever see Mrs. Patel again, I need her to explain how she convinced us that home...
I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I’ve been pretending to be “into” hiking just to impress a guy. Turns out, I’d much rather binge-watch a whole season of a show from the comfort of my couch than trek up a mountain while praying a bear doesn’t eat me. The last time I “hiked,” I almost passed out halfway up because I forgot to eat breakfast. So now I’m sitting here, dodging texts and trying t...
Is it just me, or does adulthood feel like a never-ending game of "guess what I’m supposed to be doing"? I mean, they really should have handed out instruction manuals along with that college degree. Like, here we are, expected to have our lives together by 30, but half the time I still can't figure out how to pay my bills without Googling "how to open an envelope." Seriously, why do I feel more like a confused child trying to adult than a real grown-up? Adulting is just pretending to know what you're doing while secretly Googling "how to cook rice" for the third time this week.
Is it just me, or does adulthood feel like a never-ending game of "guess what I’m supposed to be doing"? I mean, they really should have handed out instruction manuals along with that college degree. Like, here we are, expected to have our lives together by 30, but half the time I still can't figure out how to pay my bills without Googling "how to open an envelope." Seriously, why do I feel more like a confused child trying to adult than a real grown-up? Adulting is just pretending to know what you're doing while secretly Googling "how to cook rice" for the third time this week.
I just realized that every time I log onto social media, I’m basically signing up for a competition to see who can look the happiest while simultaneously feeling like a bag of mixed emotions. Like, why do I feel like I’m in an episode of Black Mirror? Everyone's posting about their "picture-perfect" lives, while I’m over here wondering if I should be concerned about how much I talk to my plants. I...