So I finally decided to take a solo trip because, you know, 'self-care' and all that jazz. Ended up in a small town where the only thing to do was eat and hike, which is great until you realize you're the only one hiking alone and everyone else is part of a cute couple. Like, do I really look that single, universe? The highlight was getting lost on the trail and accidentally crashing a couple's an...
I’ve come to the conclusion that adulting is just Googling how to do things until you figure it out, but like, who made all these rules? My life hacks include mixing random spices in my cooking and hoping for the best while pretending my bank account isn't crying every time I buy a fancy coffee. Also, can someone explain why 'work-life balance' feels like a bad Tinder date? Like, why do we keep sw...
You ever just sit there and think, "Wow, I’m really just a bag of bones and thoughts waiting for someone to have an existential crisis with me"? Like, all this hustle for what? A couple of vacations, overpriced lattes, and hoping someone on the internet validates our opinions? I mean, I could start a podcast called "Overthinking Out Loud" and we'd probably get millions of listeners just nodding along in agreement while questioning their life choices. Can we just admit that adulthood is basically Googling ‘how to adult’ while pretending we have it all figured out?
You ever just sit there and think, "Wow, I’m really just a bag of bones and thoughts waiting for someone to have an existential crisis with me"? Like, all this hustle for what? A couple of vacations, overpriced lattes, and hoping someone on the internet validates our opinions? I mean, I could start a podcast called "Overthinking Out Loud" and we'd probably get millions of listeners just nodding along in agreement while questioning their life choices. Can we just admit that adulthood is basically Googling ‘how to adult’ while pretending we have it all figured out?
If you say you love cooking but only follow recipes from TikTok, are you really a chef or just a professional order-er of takeout? Because honestly, my cooking skills peaked in college when my biggest achievement was microwaving ramen without burning it. But hey, at least now I can burn it in a fancy way. Anyone else out there pretending to be a gourmet while secretly just wanting to live off junk...