I have a confession: I only read the first few chapters of every self-help book I've bought. I start off all motivated, like “this time I’ll change my life!” but by chapter three, I’m usually working through the existential crisis that I didn’t realize I had. The irony is that I could probably write my own self-help book: “How to Be a Hot Mess and Still Keep Buying Books.” The worst part? The book...
I just realized that my favorite way to appreciate my friends is by making fun of them. Like, if I’m not roasting you about your love life choices or your obsession with pineapple on pizza, do I even care? It's basically my love language. Seriously though, there’s something so comforting about being able to tease each other and still know we’d drop everything if one of us needed help. So here’s to...
Is it just me, or does it feel like the older you get, the more you start to resemble a confused parent at a tech store? Like, I can't even keep up with basic trends anymore. I used to think I'd have life all figured out by now, but here I am, Googling "how to adult" while my 10-year-old cousin is giving me a lecture on TikTok algorithms. Can someone explain how I went from “the future looks bright” to “who's that influencer and why do they have millions of followers?” in a decade? Time to start a support group for confused millennials; we can call it "Lost in the Digital Wilderness."
Is it just me, or does it feel like the older you get, the more you start to resemble a confused parent at a tech store? Like, I can't even keep up with basic trends anymore. I used to think I'd have life all figured out by now, but here I am, Googling "how to adult" while my 10-year-old cousin is giving me a lecture on TikTok algorithms. Can someone explain how I went from “the future looks bright” to “who's that influencer and why do they have millions of followers?” in a decade? Time to start a support group for confused millennials; we can call it "Lost in the Digital Wilderness."
I never thought I'd say this, but I genuinely miss the anxiety of exams. Like, give me a high-pressure situation with a deadline and some caffeine, and I'm good to go. Now I'm just sitting at home, scrolling through TikTok, contemplating whether my life decisions are worse than failing a math test. At least then there was a clear enemy—my exam prep. Now it’s just my Netflix account judging my life...