it's not that I regret it... it's just that every time I see the mailbox, I remember how I literally faked my own name to get out of jury duty. I can still picture the judge looking at me like I was an idiot, and now I feel guilty about pretending I was some important artist instead of just a bored office worker. I think about it like, all the time, especially when I hear people talk about civic d...
ok but there i was, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, googling “how to iron a shirt” like my mom is going to swoop in any second and give me the shameful side-eye. i mean, i can assemble IKEA furniture and change a light bulb, but ask me to tackle wrinkles and suddenly it's an existential crisis. my parents would literally call a family meeting if they knew i couldn't handle laundry. #ad...
so, i found out my friend has been secretly giving everyone the rundown on my embarrassing obsession with organizing my sock drawer by color. i defended them to the death against another friend's side-eye, and here they are talking about my chaotic sock life like it's a reality show. next time i will remember to keep my secrets less cringeworthy, but honestly, the way my socks are in rainbow order just brings me joy. #sockdrawerproblems #lifelessons
so, i found out my friend has been secretly giving everyone the rundown on my embarrassing obsession with organizing my sock drawer by color. i defended them to the death against another friend's side-eye, and here they are talking about my chaotic sock life like it's a reality show. next time i will remember to keep my secrets less cringeworthy, but honestly, the way my socks are in rainbow order just brings me joy. #sockdrawerproblems #lifelessons
i finally get why adults always look exhausted. every family gathering feels like a scene from a crime drama, with everyone grilling me about my life choices. my cousin just finished a graduate program, and here I am, hoping my degree doesn’t show up on the news for its uselessness. i sit there thinking, what do they think is harder—my struggles or the embarrassment of looking like the failure amo...