Why does no one talk about the absolute chaos that is trying to give advice to your friends? Like, if I tell you to break up with that guy who treats you like an NPC in your own life, suddenly I’m the villain, right? But if I just nod and say “he sounds great,” I’m a terrible friend. It’s like being a therapist who gets paid in awkward silence and side-eye. Can we just agree that most unsolicited ...
You ever think about how as kids, we were told we could be anything we wanted, and now I’m just sitting in my room wondering if I can be the person who finally finishes a Netflix series without falling asleep halfway through? It's like adulthood is just a series of existential crises sprinkled with “I should really read that book” and “What if I just become a cat?” Meanwhile, my childhood dreams s...
Why is it that my brain decides to have existential crises at 2 AM? Like, I’m just trying to sleep, but instead I’m contemplating the meaning of life while scrolling through memes about cats. And don’t even get me started on that nagging voice reminding me that I haven’t achieved anything since fifth grade when I won that spelling bee. I swear, if I could bottle up this midnight anxiety and sell it, I'd probably be richer than Jeff Bezos by now. Can we just agree that adulting is basically just pretending to have it all together while internally screaming?
Why is it that my brain decides to have existential crises at 2 AM? Like, I’m just trying to sleep, but instead I’m contemplating the meaning of life while scrolling through memes about cats. And don’t even get me started on that nagging voice reminding me that I haven’t achieved anything since fifth grade when I won that spelling bee. I swear, if I could bottle up this midnight anxiety and sell it, I'd probably be richer than Jeff Bezos by now. Can we just agree that adulting is basically just pretending to have it all together while internally screaming?
Why does it feel like every time I finally finish a book I’ve been slogging through, the only thing I can think of is, “Wow, I could’ve just Googled the plot and saved all those hours”? Is it just me, or do we all have that one book that everyone raves about but makes you question your own reading choices? Like, how did "War and Peace" get so much hype when I can barely keep track of more than thr...