Is it just me, or is the only thing more awkward than small talk in an elevator the sheer realization that you’re both standing there silently, pretending your phones are more interesting than the person next to you? Like, can we just acknowledge that we’re all really just waiting for the floor to ding so we can escape this weird bubble of shared space? If the universe had a sense of humor, we’d g...
I went to this fancy wedding last weekend, right? Everyone was dressed to the nines, and here I am in my "one good outfit" that has probably seen more pizza stains than actual sunlight. Anyway, during my obligatory "let's throw some serious moves on the dance floor" phase, I tripped and knocked over the bride's bouquet. Suddenly, the entire room freezes, and I’m staring at her like I just delivere...
Is it just me, or does everyone hit a weird existential crisis around 3 AM? Like, I’ll be wide awake, contemplating why I didn’t choose to become a marine biologist when my only experience with the ocean is a beach trip once a year. And then I scroll through Instagram and see perfectly curated lives while I’m over here just trying to figure out if cereal counts as a balanced meal. Adulting is basically just a never-ending cycle of pretending you have it together while internally screaming, “What is life?”
Is it just me, or does everyone hit a weird existential crisis around 3 AM? Like, I’ll be wide awake, contemplating why I didn’t choose to become a marine biologist when my only experience with the ocean is a beach trip once a year. And then I scroll through Instagram and see perfectly curated lives while I’m over here just trying to figure out if cereal counts as a balanced meal. Adulting is basically just a never-ending cycle of pretending you have it together while internally screaming, “What is life?”
You know what's wild? People say to "follow your dreams," but nobody ever mentions how the dreams you had at 10 are usually just you wanting to be a unicorn or a superhero. Now I’m 30 and still trying to figure out if I want to work in a cozy corner of an office or just become a professional napper. Can we normalize pursuing "dreams" that are just mildly tolerable instead of grand adventures? Like...