I have a guilty confession: I sometimes find myself scrolling through my ex's social media just to see if they’ve moved on. It's like I’m torturing myself for fun, watching them post photos with someone who’s not me, pretending it doesn’t stab a little. I know it’s unhealthy and I should block them, but there’s a twisted comfort in feeling that thrill of jealousy, like I’m still somehow part of th...
I always thought I’d be the person who would never ghost someone because I believed in common decency. But then I met this guy who was so boring that my phone became way more interesting during our dates. Now I find myself inventing excuses just to avoid a second date. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the villain in my own love story. At least my Tinder profile gets a workout, right?
I’ve come to the realization that the constant pressure to be productive is a trap we’ve all fallen into. Why do we glorify the hustle culture when most of us crave quiet moments and simple pleasures? I spent an entire day off last week just binge-watching an old sitcom and it felt better than any “productive” day I’ve had in months. Sometimes, doing nothing is the most radical act of self-care.
I’ve come to the realization that the constant pressure to be productive is a trap we’ve all fallen into. Why do we glorify the hustle culture when most of us crave quiet moments and simple pleasures? I spent an entire day off last week just binge-watching an old sitcom and it felt better than any “productive” day I’ve had in months. Sometimes, doing nothing is the most radical act of self-care.
I’ve finally come to the realization that adulting is just a never-ending cycle of pretending to be okay while internally freaking out about everything. I mean, one minute I'm confidently navigating a meeting at work, and the next I'm Googling “how to change a lightbulb” because I can’t remember the last time I did it. It’s both hilarious and terrifying how we put on this facade of having everythi...