I’m honestly amazed how anyone can binge-watch an entire Netflix series in one weekend and still manage to function as a normal human being on Monday. Meanwhile, I struggle to finish a single episode without falling asleep mid-sentence. Do people have secret energy drinks or is it just the thrill of fictional drama keeping them going? I’m over here contemplating life choices while they’re powering...
I don’t get why everyone is obsessed with “living in the moment.” Like, excuse me, but I’m currently stuck in a Zoom meeting that could have been an email while my future self is desperately trying to pretend this isn’t happening. Why are we pretending this is the peak of reality? Can’t we just accept that sometimes, scrolling through my phone while half-listening to my boss is a totally valid way...
Is it just me, or does it feel like every time I try to be an adult, life throws a curveball? I mean, I thought I'd have my life together by 30, but here I am, still googling how to boil an egg without messing it up. Meanwhile, my childhood dreams of being a rock star feel more attainable than figuring out my health insurance. If adulting were a subject in school, I'd definitely be that kid who asks, "But when will we ever use this in real life?"
Is it just me, or does it feel like every time I try to be an adult, life throws a curveball? I mean, I thought I'd have my life together by 30, but here I am, still googling how to boil an egg without messing it up. Meanwhile, my childhood dreams of being a rock star feel more attainable than figuring out my health insurance. If adulting were a subject in school, I'd definitely be that kid who asks, "But when will we ever use this in real life?"
I’ve come to the conclusion that adulting is basically just guessing what’s important and hoping no one calls your bluff. I mean, who actually knows what an "emergency fund" is supposed to look like? I keep mine at the bottom of my sock drawer next to my collection of stale takes on life decisions. Meanwhile, my 10-year-old self is still waiting for that time machine I promised I’d invent. Can som...