So, I decided to take a solo road trip to clear my head and ended up getting lost in the middle of nowhere. Picture me, in a remote town where the only signs of life were a couple of cows and a diner that looked like it hadn't seen a customer since 1985. I walked in, and the waitress stared at me like I was an alien—no, seriously, she looked at me as if I was about to ask for the Wi-Fi password. A...
I just finished a book that had the plot twist of a lifetime, and I’m still reeling. The author had me convinced the main character was the victim, and then BAM, she turns out to be the mastermind behind all the chaos. I mean, do they really expect us to trust anyone ever again? On the bright side, it’s officially added to my list of "books that messed with my psyche" right next to that one where ...
You ever just sit there and realize that half the stuff you wanted to do in your 20s has turned into a Netflix binge and an obsession with finding the best pizza in town? Like, I remember thinking I'd have my life figured out by now, and instead, I’m over here debating if a second slice is a life choice or a cry for help. Honestly, adulthood could use a warning label: "May cause existential crises and a deep appreciation for sweatpants."
You ever just sit there and realize that half the stuff you wanted to do in your 20s has turned into a Netflix binge and an obsession with finding the best pizza in town? Like, I remember thinking I'd have my life figured out by now, and instead, I’m over here debating if a second slice is a life choice or a cry for help. Honestly, adulthood could use a warning label: "May cause existential crises and a deep appreciation for sweatpants."
Why is it that the moment I finally get my life somewhat together, I start questioning every decision I've ever made? Like, I went to bed feeling accomplished, but now I’m up at 3 AM wondering if I should have taken that job in marketing instead of going for my passion project. Why do we do this to ourselves? Can I get a “THIS” if you’ve spiraled too?