You ever notice how everyone online has their life together, posting about their skincare routines and 5 AM workouts, while I'm just here struggling to find matching socks? If you're feeling like you're behind in life, just remember: most of us are just winging it! Like, I still don't know the difference between a stock and a bond, yet here I am, pretending to be passionate about personal finance ...
I swear, every time I sit down to read a book, it turns into a three-hour marathon of scrolling through memes about how I should be reading instead. And let’s not even start on that one time I tried to get into a 'real' classic—like, what kind of masochist thinks they can decipher Shakespeare without a lifeline in the form of SparkNotes? 🙃 But here I am, just sitting in my pile of unread novels, ...
Why is it that every time I sit down to really think about my life choices, I end up questioning my entire existence? Like, who decided that adulting meant spending 90% of my time at a boring job, while the other 10% is spent wondering if I should’ve just become a professional napper? Honestly, I’d be way better at that. And don’t even get me started on how I was promised my 20s would be “the best years of my life,” but here I am, Googling how to make a career out of being an overthinker. Anyone else feel like we were all just hoodwinked?
Why is it that every time I sit down to really think about my life choices, I end up questioning my entire existence? Like, who decided that adulting meant spending 90% of my time at a boring job, while the other 10% is spent wondering if I should’ve just become a professional napper? Honestly, I’d be way better at that. And don’t even get me started on how I was promised my 20s would be “the best years of my life,” but here I am, Googling how to make a career out of being an overthinker. Anyone else feel like we were all just hoodwinked?
Sometimes I wonder if adulthood is just about pretending we know what we're doing while secretly Googling everything. Like, I literally can't remember if I was supposed to water my plants or if they're just supposed to survive on my tears from last week’s existential crisis. And honestly, I’ve hit a new low when my idea of self-care is scrolling through memes about people who also have no idea how...