You ever notice how everyone’s always giving advice on self-care like it’s a magic potion? “Just meditate and everything will be fine!” Meanwhile, I can’t even find my keys half the time. Let’s be real, self-care for me is making a cup of instant noodles and binge-watching trash reality TV until I forget my problems exist. So, if someone tells you to “just breathe and let go,” feel free to counter...
Can we talk about how the only thing more annoying than the auto-walas who pretend they can’t hear your destination is the guy at the petrol pump who thinks he’s giving you a TED talk on “fuel conservation”? Dude, I just want to fill my tank and go—I'm not trying to learn about the virtues of walking everywhere like I'm some wannabe eco-warrior. And the moment you mention that you have plans to go...
Is it just me, or does scrolling through social media sometimes feel like attending a party where everyone is trying way too hard to impress but secretly dying inside? Like, one minute I'm watching a perfect life montage, and the next, I’m Googling how to find meaning in my existence. Honestly, I could play the world's smallest violin for myself while I binge-watch those “How to be happy” videos that never seem to work. Can we all agree that sometimes just getting out of bed feels like an Olympic event?
Is it just me, or does scrolling through social media sometimes feel like attending a party where everyone is trying way too hard to impress but secretly dying inside? Like, one minute I'm watching a perfect life montage, and the next, I’m Googling how to find meaning in my existence. Honestly, I could play the world's smallest violin for myself while I binge-watch those “How to be happy” videos that never seem to work. Can we all agree that sometimes just getting out of bed feels like an Olympic event?
You ever realize that adulthood is basically just Googling how to do things you thought you’d learn in school? Like, why wasn’t “How to file taxes without crying” a core subject? Or “How to adult without turning into your parents”? I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m just a kid in a trench coat trying to bluff my way through life, hoping nobody asks for ID. Meanwhile, I’m over here debating if I sh...