I lowkey think I might be addicted to buying books I’ll never read. Like, I just went to the bookstore and came out with three novels, a self-help guide, and a cookbook that’s basically just an excuse for the author to flex their Instagram-worthy meal pics. I tell myself it's for "future inspiration," but we all know I’ll just end up binge-watching another series instead. At this point, my shelf l...
Why is it that every time I try to have a quiet meal at a restaurant, I end up seated next to the world's loudest family? I’m talking the kind of volume that could make a karaoke bar seem like a library. I swear I heard more details about Auntie’s bunion than I ever wanted to know, and it was too late to ask for the check and do the walk of shame. At this point, I might as well bring my own earplu...
You ever notice how every time you’re just minding your business, some random thought about your existence hits you like a ton of bricks? Like, am I actually living my best life or am I just binge-watching Netflix while waiting for my next existential crisis to come knocking? I mean, who decided that adulting meant working to pay bills and not getting paid for having fun? Can someone please explain to me why being a responsible adult feels like a never-ending episode of a reality show where I’m the only contestant without a clue?
You ever notice how every time you’re just minding your business, some random thought about your existence hits you like a ton of bricks? Like, am I actually living my best life or am I just binge-watching Netflix while waiting for my next existential crisis to come knocking? I mean, who decided that adulting meant working to pay bills and not getting paid for having fun? Can someone please explain to me why being a responsible adult feels like a never-ending episode of a reality show where I’m the only contestant without a clue?
I have this super embarrassing confession—I've been binge-watching a reality show where they throw contestants into the wild to survive, and honestly, I feel more at home on my couch with snacks than I ever would in the “great outdoors.” Like, if there’s no Wi-Fi or delivery service, am I even living? Meanwhile, these people are literally eating bugs and building shelters like it's a walk in the p...