I just finished a book that had more plot twists than my last relationship. Like, I was rooting for the main character to finally get their life together, and they ended up being a secret villain all along! Honestly, I should have known when they made avocado toast for breakfast—classic red flag. Now I’m just sitting here questioning every character I’ve ever liked. Is this what binge-reading does...
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I genuinely appreciate people who can cook. Like, I tried making pasta from scratch last week and ended up with what looked like a crime scene in my kitchen. Seriously, how do people make it look so effortless? Meanwhile, I’m over here Googling “How to fix burnt garlic” at 1 AM. Give me a good restaurant any day; I’ll pay for the expertise because my culina...
Ever notice how “adulting” is just a fancy term for Googling how to do everything? I’m over here trying to figure out if I should be proud of my 3PM nap or worried about my life choices. Like, who decided that paying bills should come with a side of existential dread? And let’s not even get started on how I still can’t figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Is there an age limit on having no clue? Because I really thought I’d have it all together by now.
Ever notice how “adulting” is just a fancy term for Googling how to do everything? I’m over here trying to figure out if I should be proud of my 3PM nap or worried about my life choices. Like, who decided that paying bills should come with a side of existential dread? And let’s not even get started on how I still can’t figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Is there an age limit on having no clue? Because I really thought I’d have it all together by now.
Why do we always feel like we need to have our lives together by a certain age? Like, who decided 30 is the new 20 but then acts like you're ancient if you don’t have a house, a dog, and a lucrative side hustle by then? It's like, I can barely keep my houseplants alive, and I’m supposed to have a human being to care for? Honestly, can we just normalize being a hot mess in our 30s? Asking for a fri...