I’ve been thinking a lot about how we glorify hustle culture, but honestly, it feels like we’re just running on a treadmill with no finish line in sight. I once pulled an all-nighter for a project that ended up being completely disregarded by my professor, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth sacrificing my mental health for. Now, I find myself prioritizing rest over the relentless grind...
I’ve learned more about life from my dorm roommate’s Netflix choices than I ever did in class. The way she navigated relationships through rom-coms while also passionately binging true crime documentaries made me realize there’s a balance I’ve been missing. Meanwhile, I’m here cramming for exams, drowning in textbooks and student debt, while she’s out partying and living her best life. It makes yo...
I realized the other day that I'm way too invested in the lives of fictional characters. I mean, I cry harder when my favorite show gets canceled than I ever have over a breakup. It feels ridiculous, but in those moments, they seem more real than my own life. It’s like I’m rooting for these characters to succeed, and yet, in reality, I can barely get through a Monday without a meltdown. Sometimes it feels like I’m living in their world more than my own, and it’s both comforting and a little sad.
I realized the other day that I'm way too invested in the lives of fictional characters. I mean, I cry harder when my favorite show gets canceled than I ever have over a breakup. It feels ridiculous, but in those moments, they seem more real than my own life. It’s like I’m rooting for these characters to succeed, and yet, in reality, I can barely get through a Monday without a meltdown. Sometimes it feels like I’m living in their world more than my own, and it’s both comforting and a little sad.
Sometimes I wonder if we’ve become so obsessed with capturing every moment for social media that we forget to actually experience life as it happens. I mean, the last trip I took, I spent more time trying to get the perfect photo of my food than actually tasting it. It hit me when I realized I could barely remember the meal, but I had a dozen pictures to remind me of my distraction. Maybe it’s tim...