I decided to finally start working out, right? Three days in, I find myself at the gym, struggling to lift what looks like a toddler's weight while some dude next to me is bench-pressing a small car. I’m sweating like I've just run a marathon, and as I’m about to hit the 'couch potato' button on my brain, this guy comes over and says, “Hey, don’t worry, I used to be a twig too.” Bro, I might be a ...
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but setting boundaries doesn’t make you a bad person. It’s like if a door-to-door salesman knocked on your door at 7 AM and you told him to buzz off instead of inviting him in for coffee. Just because you care about someone doesn’t mean you have to let them drain your energy like a phone on 1%. Trust me, your mental health is more important than someone’s drama...
I honestly think being an adult is just a never-ending cycle of paying bills and pretending to know what you're doing. Like, I’m pretty sure my life is just someone else's poorly written sitcom. And can we talk about how I actually believed that I'd have it all figured out by 30? Now I’m just here, Googling "how to fold a fitted sheet" while still wearing PJs at 3 PM. And don't even get me started on the so-called "self-care" trends—yeah, right. My idea of self-care is just microwave popcorn and a Netflix binge because I've never been more exhausted from doing nothing!
I honestly think being an adult is just a never-ending cycle of paying bills and pretending to know what you're doing. Like, I’m pretty sure my life is just someone else's poorly written sitcom. And can we talk about how I actually believed that I'd have it all figured out by 30? Now I’m just here, Googling "how to fold a fitted sheet" while still wearing PJs at 3 PM. And don't even get me started on the so-called "self-care" trends—yeah, right. My idea of self-care is just microwave popcorn and a Netflix binge because I've never been more exhausted from doing nothing!
I have this guilty pleasure of re-watching the same three rom-coms every month like they’re some kind of emotional security blanket. I swear I know the scripts by heart and can quote the cheesy lines better than my own life experiences. But here I am, 25, still waiting for my ‘meet cute’ in the grocery aisle instead of actually talking to anyone in real life. What’s worse is my friends think I’m d...