I just spent 20 minutes staring blankly at my fridge.

Not because I was hungry, but because I was calculating the optimal day to buy groceries based on expiring coupons, my work schedule, and the lunar cycle.

I've started to realize that my self-care routine is just a series of expensive habits I've convinced myself are necessary for my well-being

He said I was 'too picky' because I wanted a guy who could hold a conversation and, you know, ideally have a job.

Meanwhile, his dating profile said 'seeking a woman who's naturally gorgeous, a gourmet chef, and loves watching all 8 seasons of my favorite anime.' Pretty sure we have different definitions of 'picky,' fellas.

I've come to realize that my favorite self-care activity is

rewatching the same 10-minute skincare routine video for the 12th time, because apparently, that's what I mean by 'me time' now.