Why do we still pretend to enjoy small talk? Like, if I wanted to hear about the weather, I'd just check my phone, thanks. Can we make deep existential dread the new small talk? “How’s your week going?” “Oh, you know, trying not to spiral into an existential crisis while pretending to be a functioning adult.” Sounds way more fun, right? Wouldn't it be refreshing to just skip the pleasantries and d...
I genuinely think the real MVP is the person who invented online shopping. Like, how else would I have been able to buy a lifetime supply of sweatpants without ever stepping foot in a store? Meanwhile, my mom still thinks I’m “unemployed” because I don’t dress up to go grocery shopping. Sorry, mom, but in 2024, I’m rocking the ‘business casual’ look from my couch while my bank account thrives on “...
Honestly, what is it with our generation and the constant comparison game? Like, we all pretend to be chill about it, but secretly I’m over here Googling "how to be a billionaire by 30" while eating instant noodles for dinner. I swear, my bank account is like a bad horror movie—just jumps out at me in the worst possible moments. Can we just collectively agree that adulting is a scam? Who decided this was how life was supposed to go?
Honestly, what is it with our generation and the constant comparison game? Like, we all pretend to be chill about it, but secretly I’m over here Googling "how to be a billionaire by 30" while eating instant noodles for dinner. I swear, my bank account is like a bad horror movie—just jumps out at me in the worst possible moments. Can we just collectively agree that adulting is a scam? Who decided this was how life was supposed to go?
You ever have one of those days where you sit down to work, and suddenly you're six hours deep into watching videos of cats trying to fit into tiny boxes? I mean, I started off wanting to be productive, but now I’m questioning my life choices while laughing at a cat named Mr. Whiskers. Like, what even is the point of adulting if I can’t enjoy the simple things, right? But then I remember, I’m just...