Why is it that every time I try to enjoy a movie night, someone in my life decides it’s the perfect time for a philosophical debate about the plot? Like, I didn’t invite you to be the director’s commentary; I just wanted to watch a rom-com without breaking down the emotional trauma of the characters. Honestly, if I wanted existential discussions, I’d be watching an artsy film at a pretentious indi...
Why do we always act like we have our lives together when everyone knows we’re just one bad hair day away from spiraling into a full-on identity crisis? Like, how do you even explain to your parents that your biggest achievement this week was successfully binge-watching an entire series while debating whether to get a plant or just accept the fact that I'm a certified chaos person? Is there a supp...
You ever have one of those nights where you’re lying in bed at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly you start questioning every life choice you've ever made? Like, did I really think majoring in philosophy would help me land a job? I’m a barista with a Bachelor’s in “why are we even here?” The real lesson here? The only thing more confusing than my future is trying to explain my dreams to my parents. They keep asking when I'm getting married while I’m just hoping the coffee machine doesn’t break down tomorrow.
You ever have one of those nights where you’re lying in bed at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly you start questioning every life choice you've ever made? Like, did I really think majoring in philosophy would help me land a job? I’m a barista with a Bachelor’s in “why are we even here?” The real lesson here? The only thing more confusing than my future is trying to explain my dreams to my parents. They keep asking when I'm getting married while I’m just hoping the coffee machine doesn’t break down tomorrow.
I decided to try my hand at painting because, you know, "artistic expression" and all that. Grabbed some cheap canvases, watched a few YouTube tutorials, and convinced myself I was the next Picasso. Fast forward to me splattering paint everywhere and accidentally creating a modern art piece titled "Oops, I Glanced Away." My roommate walked in and pretended to be impressed while laughing behind my ...