I just spent an entire Saturday binge-watching a show I’ve already seen three times, all while eating a family-sized bag of chips by myself. Meanwhile, my friends are off doing “adult things” like hiking and brunching. Is this what peak adulthood looks like? Because if it is, can I just go back to being a kid where my biggest worry was finishing my homework before the latest episode of my favorite...
I finally cracked and started reading self-help books, but honestly, they just make me feel worse. Like, thanks for reminding me that I should be living my best life while I’m sitting here in pajamas at 2 PM eating leftover pizza. I mean, can someone just write a book about how to embrace the chaos and enjoy the weirdness of adulting instead? Because I’m fairly certain my "best life" includes not ...
Is anyone else just perpetually confused by adulting? Like, I spent years researching the best ways to prepare for a job interview, but no one warned me that half my meetings would be about deciding what snack to order. And why does my financial advisor have more existential dread than I do? I mean, I genuinely thought adulthood would come with a manual. Now I'm just here Googling "how to boil water" while pretending to be a functioning human. Can we all agree that being a kid was less stressful than trying to follow a budget?
Is anyone else just perpetually confused by adulting? Like, I spent years researching the best ways to prepare for a job interview, but no one warned me that half my meetings would be about deciding what snack to order. And why does my financial advisor have more existential dread than I do? I mean, I genuinely thought adulthood would come with a manual. Now I'm just here Googling "how to boil water" while pretending to be a functioning human. Can we all agree that being a kid was less stressful than trying to follow a budget?
I finally decided to try my hand at cooking and let me tell you, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. I thought I was making a simple pasta, but I somehow ended up creating a sauce that looked like the aftermath of a food fight. My smoke alarm is now my biggest fan—seriously, it’s applauding every time I step into the kitchen. And can we talk about how every recipe on the internet is written in some...