Alright, friend, sit back because we're about to chat about that  uninvited guest that loves crashing our lives unannounced: depression. Don’t worry, though; this isn’t a therapy session (we’ll save those for later). Instead, let’s roast this mood-dampening monster in a way that’ll hopefully have you chuckling. Step 1: Diagnose Thyself with the Almighty Google The first time you feel like a human-shaped sack of sadness, what do you do? Naturally, you ask Dr. Google. You type in something like, "Why do I feel like a potato that’s just given up on life?" And boom, Google responds with, "You’re probably clinically depressed. Here’s a list of 50 things wrong with you." But hey, turns out you’re not alone in the Potato Club. According to the World Health Organization, about 280 million people  globally are riding the same emotional rollercoaster. So if you’re joining, know it’s standing-room-only in here! Step 2: Discover You Can’t Nap Your Way Out of Depression If your first reaction to depression is to “sleep it off,” you’re not alone. You might crawl into bed, hoping that an epic nap will restore you to your pre-sadness state. But nope! Depression laughs in the face of sleep! You wake up, still tired, still meh, and somehow 12 episodes deep into a Netflix series you don’t even remember starting. That’s when you realize it might be time to, you know, move. Science says exercise can do wonders for your mental health  because of those magical endorphins. You don’t need to turn into a CrossFit champion overnight. Just walking around the block can help (even if you do it with the same enthusiasm as a cat going to the vet). Step 3: Attempt Meditation, a.k.a. "Mindful Snoozing" You’ve heard meditation is the thing to do, right? Time to breathe in deeply and release all the bad vibes. Except, for you, meditation turns into a battle to stay awake (10 out of 10 chances you’ll nap by minute three). But don’t worry—according to research, mindfulness meditation can reduce symptoms of depression  by 20-30%. So you stick with it, and maybe after a few tries, you find that sweet spot where you actually start relaxing, rather than just counting down to your next accidental nap. Step 4: Find a Therapist Who Can Handle Your Weirdness At some point, you might give therapy a try. You walk into that first session thinking, “Can I really tell someone I’m this sad over my alarm clock going off?” But turns out, it’s exactly what they’re there for. Therapists are like life coaches for your brain, and studies show cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) can be just as effective as meds  for treating depression. Your therapist might give you exercises, like challenging your inner critic. Imagine arguing with yourself: “Am I really  a failure just because I tripped on the stairs yesterday?” (Answer: no, you’re just uncoordinated. And that’s okay.) Step 5: Lean on Your “Circle of Weirdness” (a.k.a. Your Friends and Family) Another discovery: your support system is everything. Friends, family, even that coworker who sends you memes—all are crucial players in your anti-depression squad. Studies actually show that having a solid support network improves mental health outcomes  because life feels a little lighter when you’ve got someone to laugh with (or rant with). And here’s a secret: the more you open up, the more you realize that they feel some of this stuff too. Suddenly, you’re not the only one who feels like a slightly malfunctioning human. Step 6: Celebrate Your Tiny Victories (Even if They’re Ridiculously Tiny) Here’s the final trick to kicking depression in the shins: recognize the wins. Maybe you brushed your teeth before noon. Superhero status! Made your bed? Interior design icon! These little victories might feel tiny, but they add up and teach your brain to ease up a bit. Science agrees, too: celebrating small wins is shown to improve motivation and mental well-being . So, keep racking up those little accomplishments, because eventually, they’ll start piling up into a stronger, happier you. So, there you go, friend. If you’re feeling like a sad potato, remember, you’re not alone in the spud club. Depression may feel like it’s here to stay, but with a few small steps, some laughs, and a great support squad, you’ll soon be back on your feet—potato no more, unless you’re just really into potatoes, in which case… go you!

So today, I had a patient, a real gem of a guy. I was fetching him from the ward and escorting him to the operating room, which in nursing translates to “taking a casual stroll while pushing a bed and dodging random IV poles.” Now, I could tell he was a talker—the type who’d see a two-minute walk as the perfect time to lay some life-altering wisdom on you. And let me tell you, he did not disappoint. As we’re en route, he starts with, “You know, there are only two things in life that matter…” Immediately, my interest is piqued because, hey, who doesn’t want the secrets of the universe distilled in less than ten steps down a hallway? So, I lean in, giving him my best “I’m totally ready for enlightenment” look. He clears his throat and says, “Number one: God loves us all.”  I nod, thinking, “Solid start.” Then he hits me with, “And number two: Get over it!”  Yes, folks. Get over it.  That’s it. That’s the life-changing wisdom right there. Now, I don’t know what I was expecting—maybe some hidden tips on reaching inner peace or advice on how to fold a fitted sheet—but this was so much better. Because honestly, isn’t that just chef’s kiss  advice? Things don’t go your way? Get over it. Need to let go of that petty grudge against the person who cut in line? Get over it. Spilled your coffee first thing in the morning? Get. Over. It. I mean, research actually backs this up. According to studies, people who can “move on” and practice emotional regulation  tend to have lower stress levels, fewer mood swings, and better health overall. And the best part? It’s totally free! You don’t need to buy crystals or go on a soul-searching retreat in Bali—just get over it. So here’s to my wise patient who, while on the way to his operation, gifted me with a motto that’s so simple and oddly liberating. Next time life hands me lemons, I’m going to squeeze those bad boys, dump them in water, and move on. Because really, God loves us all... and the rest? Just get over it.

Alright friends, I’m about to spill the tea about life in all its chaotic, "what-is-happening" glory. You know that moment when you realize life isn’t a glamorous Instagram reel with beach sunsets, avocado toast, and hashtag #blessed? Yeah, me neither… cough . In reality, it's more like waking up to your alarm, hitting snooze for the 10th time, and then realizing it’s Monday again. Forever. Just one loooong Monday. Look, life has a funny way of giving us what we didn’t order. It’s like asking for a side of sweet potato fries and instead getting a salad on the side... AND they forgot the dressing and croutons. Rude. But you know what? You’ve got to laugh at it. Like when I tried to be healthy and eat oatmeal every day for two months (spoiler: it worked, but I low-key considered running away to live in the woods to escape the endless oat madness). Or when you're trying to save money for something important, and then BAM! Life hits you with a bill you didn’t even know existed. Oh, you wanted to have some savings this month? How about instead you pay for your car to be fixed because apparently, it now makes a sound like a whale in distress. Let’s not even talk about the days when you’re just trying to be a decent human and do your job—calm, collected, professional—and then you spill coffee down your shirt 30 minutes into your 9-to-5 shift. It’s like life whispers, "Not today, friend. Not today." But here’s the thing: no matter how many times life turns into a sitcom where you're the awkward star, you just keep going. You keep holding on because somewhere out there in the wild ride that is life, there’s a plot twist waiting for you. Maybe it’s a small one, like finally remembering to bring your umbrella on the one day it rains, or maybe it’s the big one where you finally win at adulting (still waiting for that, BTW). Until then, grab some popcorn, buckle up, and enjoy the show. Life might be a circus, but hey, at least the clowns are entertaining (even if the clowns are, well… us). So, my friends, just hold on. Keep laughing, keep stumbling, and when life gives you lemons, throw them back and demand fries. You didn’t sign up for this chaos, but you’re here, so you might as well make it hilarious.

Ah, winter. That magical time of year when the sun takes an extended holiday, your breath becomes visible (as if your soul is trying to escape), and it’s dark by lunchtime. If you’re anything like me, winter gloom hits harder than the snooze button on a Monday morning. But fear not, my frozen friends! I have discovered the ultimate  survival guide to overcoming the winter blahs, and I’m here to share it with you. Buckle up—it’s gonna be a bumpy ride through cozy socks, questionable life choices, and an obscene amount of hot beverages. 1. Become a Hot Beverage Connoisseur This is the season when drinking tea, coffee, or hot chocolate becomes less about hydration and more about holding onto the mug for dear life to stop yourself from turning into a human popsicle. I don’t care if you’re normally a "water is life" kind of person. In winter, it's all about becoming an expert in beverages that feel like a warm hug from the inside. Pro tip: Marshmallows in your hot chocolate should outnumber the actual liquid. Trust me, it's science. 2. Get Cozy or Die Trying Layer up like you’re starring in your own personal Arctic expedition. I’m talking socks on socks on socks. When they say "layering is key," they mean it, and I’m taking it to new heights. You’ll know you’ve reached the peak of coziness when you resemble a chunky burrito wrapped in five blankets, clutching a hot water bottle like it’s your one true love. Bonus points if you can still move after cocooning yourself in the entirety of your winter wardrobe. 3. Summon the Power of Fairy Lights Who needs sunlight when you can string up fairy lights and pretend you're living in an Instagram-worthy winter wonderland? Yes, I know they’re supposed to be for Christmas, but in my world, fairy lights are a year-round emotional support system. You’ve got to trick your brain into thinking it’s living in a Hallmark movie, minus the ridiculous plot where someone gives up their high-powered city job to open a bakery in the middle of nowhere. 4. Become a Blanket Fort Architect Forget about adulting for a second and embrace your inner child. Build a blanket fort and claim it as your kingdom. Throw in some pillows, blankets, and a couple of snacks, and you’re set. This is your sanctuary—your cozy, Netflix-filled escape from the cold. If anyone asks, you're not hiding from your responsibilities. You’re strategically avoiding them. Big difference. 5. Exercise? But Make it Lazy Let’s be real—no one wants to go jogging in sub-zero temperatures. But hear me out: You don’t have to give up on exercise entirely! Just do the laziest form possible. A couple of stretches while binge-watching TV? Done. Maybe some half-hearted yoga poses in front of a radiator? Boom, nailed it. Extra points if you manage to hold a plank long enough for your cat to get bored and wander off. You're basically a winter warrior at that point. 6. Embrace Winter Food Like It’s Your Destiny If there’s one thing that gets me through winter, it’s the sheer volume of comfort food available. It’s as if winter is giving you a hall pass to eat all the carbs you want. Stews, casseroles, pies—oh my! It's like your belly becomes a shrine to all things warm and glorious. Don’t even pretend you’re going to stick to salads right now. I tried, and my body laughed at me. Loudly. 7. Laugh in the Face of the Weather I get it. Winter is long, cold, and often wet, and sometimes you just want to scream at the sky like you’re in some sort of dramatic film montage. But honestly, what’s a little freezing drizzle compared to the joy of looking like a Michelin man in your winter coat? When in doubt, lean into the absurdity of it all. I once saw a guy ice-skate down the street with grocery bags, and you know what? That’s the spirit we need! Winter doesn’t break us. We just put on more layers and keep going. 8. Develop a Winter Hobby Maybe now’s the time to take up knitting and create scarves so long you trip over them. Or perhaps try your hand at baking, where you spend three hours making something only to eat it in 30 seconds flat. Whatever you choose, keep yourself busy. Winter boredom is real, people, and the last thing we need is to end up doomscrolling through the latest snowstorm warnings. 9. Start an Overly Dramatic Countdown to Spring Finally, the pièce de résistance of surviving winter gloom— the countdown to spring . Every day, I check the calendar like I’m waiting for a royal decree to announce the return of sunshine and not freezing my nose off every time I step outside. Is it a bit dramatic? Sure. But that’s what gets me through. Spring is my North Star, my beacon of hope, my reward for not going full hermit during these cold, dark months. So there you have it. Surviving the winter gloom isn’t just about getting through—it’s about thriving in the face of freezing weather, long nights, and the occasional frozen toes. With enough layers, hot drinks, and laughter, we’ll make it to the other side. Spring is coming. Eventually. Probably. Right?

Okay, let me just put on my apron (the one that says "Master of Disaster in the Kitchen") and dive into this! Alright, cooking isn’t just about throwing stuff in a pan and hoping you don’t set off the smoke alarm (again). No, no—it’s a whole experience . I mean, where else can you feel like a mad scientist one minute and Gordon Ramsay the next, except without the yelling... well, maybe just a little yelling at that stubborn spaghetti that refuses to soften? Picture this: the kitchen becomes your personal spa—minus the cucumber slices on your eyes and more like a cucumber, well, rolling off the counter and under the fridge. You’re there, transforming humble ingredients into something that feeds more than just your stomach. It's like a food version of therapy—except your therapist is a tomato, and instead of paying per hour, you just... slice it. It’s deep, trust me. And the creativity? Oh, it’s wild ! One minute you’re following a recipe to the letter (like a rule-abiding citizen), and the next minute, you’re like, “Hmm, what if I threw a pinch of this, a dash of that?” before realizing, you don’t actually  know what “this” and “that” are. But hey, it's part of the process! Cooking is where creativity goes to play—sometimes it’s a masterpiece, and sometimes, well... let’s just say it builds character (and maybe sets off that smoke alarm again). And the sense of accomplishment? Oh boy. There’s no better feeling than successfully making something that looks and tastes amazing. I’m talking, “Look at me, I’ve conquered the universe... or at least this lasagna!” That moment of victory when you pull out a golden-brown tray of goodness is pure euphoria. Sure, no one sees the chaos that happened right before, with flour somehow in your hair and sauce splattered in places you didn’t know sauce could reach—but that’s part of the magic. So yeah, cooking is like a secret potion for mental well-being. It’s calming, it’s creative, and it’s proof that you’re capable of handling life’s messes, one dish at a time. Plus, when the meal is done, you get to sit down, enjoy it, and think, “Wow, look at me. I made this, and I didn’t burn down the house.” That’s the real joy right there. Now, who’s ready to join me in the kitchen (and maybe help me clean up afterwards)?

So, let’s crack open the age-old question: Are eggs a friend or foe for our cholesterol levels and diabetes? Spoiler alert: it’s a little like asking if cats secretly run the world (they definitely do). First off, let’s talk cholesterol. Eggs have been getting a bad rap like the villain in a soap opera. “Oh no, not the eggs! They’ll raise your cholesterol and ruin your life!” But hold your horses (or chickens, in this case)! 🐔 Turns out, they’re not the cholesterol-raising supervillains everyone thinks they are! Studies are suggesting that for most people, eating eggs in moderation is like finding a twenty in your old jeans – a delightful surprise! A 2020 study published in The American Journal of Clinical Nutrition  found that moderate egg consumption (up to 7 eggs a week) is not linked to heart disease. In fact, they might just be the “breakfast of champions” we’ve all been waiting for! Now, as someone who has to juggle diabetes like a clown at a circus, I often feel like I’m walking on a tightrope of carbs and sugar. One wrong step, and I could end up face-first in a cake! But guess what? A study from 2018 published in the Journal of Nutrition  found that eating eggs can help regulate blood sugar and even improve insulin sensitivity. That’s right! Eggs can actually be a hero in this balancing act! They’re low in carbs (take that, cake!) and high in protein, making them a perfect sidekick to help keep our blood sugar levels steady. It's like having Batman on your breakfast plate! But wait, there’s more! Eggs are packed with nutrients like choline and vitamin D. Choline? Sounds fancy, right? It’s basically like a VIP pass for your brain. So, while we’re over here trying to remember where we left our car keys, those eggs are doing some serious brain-boosting magic! Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But what if I eat too many eggs? What if I turn into a chicken?” Well, fear not! Even the most adventurous egg enthusiasts agree that moderation is key. A couple of eggs here and there is like adding sprinkles to your life – it just makes everything better without sending you spiraling into a sugar coma! In conclusion, my fellow egg enthusiasts, don’t let the cholesterol hype crack your shell! Eggs can be a delightful part of your breakfast (or lunch, or dinner, I don’t judge!) while keeping your blood sugar levels on the straight and narrow. Just remember: moderation is the name of the game! So go ahead, enjoy those eggs, and let’s all have a shell of a good time!

I’m about to share with you the ancient art of surviving a weekend without spending a single penny—and, trust me, it's not just for those rare unicorns who enjoy looking at their bank account. Nope! This is for the rest of us who like to have fun, but our wallets are tighter than my jeans after the holidays. Here’s how to keep your weekend vibes high while your bank account stays as empty as your fridge on payday. 1. Become One with Nature (a.k.a., Go Outside) Guess what? Fresh air is still free! Grab your sneakers, or honestly, just your flip-flops (who’s judging?), and hit the great outdoors. Take a walk in the park, hike up a hill, or just sit on a random bench and people-watch like it’s the latest Netflix series. The only thing you’ll be spending is calories! You might even encounter a squirrel that looks like it knows the meaning of life—free therapy, my friends. 2. Home Spa Day – DIY Edition Why spend hundreds at a fancy spa when you can turn your bathroom into a 5-star retreat? Sure, your bath might be smaller than a kiddie pool and you might only have half a bath bomb leftover from Christmas 2021, but this is about attitude . Light a candle, put cucumbers on your eyes (or potatoes if you’re really on a budget), and soak until your fingers resemble prunes. Bonus: playing whale sounds from YouTube will really make you feel like you’re somewhere exotic… like your own tub! 3. Movie Marathon – Pajamas Required Who needs the cinema when your couch is practically begging for a full-day binge session? Pick a theme—like “movies where they definitely spent too much money” or “films that make me feel like an emotional wreck.” Pile up snacks from the cupboard that are probably a year old, but hey, popcorn is just corn, right? If your Wi-Fi is spotty, just claim you're "building suspense." 4. The Great House Reorganization (a.k.a., Let’s Pretend We’re on a Home Makeover Show) This is your chance to become the HGTV star you were always meant to be. Shift your couch two inches to the left and call it a living room “revamp.” Move a plant from one corner to another and suddenly you're a feng shui master. Take before-and-after pictures for extra drama—no one needs to know the "after" just means you finally folded the laundry that’s been sitting there for a week. 5. Cook Up a Feast from Whatever’s in Your Fridge It’s like Chopped , but for people who’ve been avoiding grocery shopping. Open your fridge, grab whatever’s in there, and get creative. Turn that sad-looking carrot and half a jar of salsa into a gourmet masterpiece. Just tell yourself it’s “fusion cuisine,” and no one can judge you. Post it on Instagram with an artsy filter for maximum effect. 6. Get Crafty (Even if You're About as Artistic as a Potato) I know, I know—last time you tried crafting, it looked like a toddler did it, blindfolded. But we’re not aiming for perfection here! Dig out those colored pencils from your school days, some paper, or that old box of crayons, and let your inner Picasso loose. Pro tip: Drawing stick figures can still be high art if you squint a little. 7. Phone a Friend (and Talk for Hours Like It's 1999) Remember the days when you’d spend hours chatting on the phone instead of endlessly scrolling through social media? Well, now’s your chance to relive the glory days! Call a friend and catch up on all the gossip, life updates, and terrible TV shows you’re ashamed to admit you love. It’s fun, it's free, and the best part—no data plan needed. 8. Rediscover Your Inner Bookworm Raise your hand if you have at least five unread books sitting on your shelf right now. Yep, thought so. Dust one off and dive into a new world. Bonus points if it’s one you actually bought thinking, “I’ll read this someday.” Well, congratulations, my friend, someday has arrived, and it’s free . 9. Host a Solo Dance Party Forget the club. You ARE the club. Crank up your favorite tunes, grab a hairbrush for a microphone, and dance like no one’s watching. Because, well, no one is. This is your time to shine! Bonus: You won't have to worry about someone spilling a drink on you or your questionable dance moves ending up on social media. 10. Nap Like It's an Olympic Sport Listen, resting is productive. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Napping is not only free, but it’s a mini-vacation for your brain. Plus, there's nothing like waking up and realizing you’ve successfully killed two hours and haven’t spent a single dime. So there you have it, the ultimate guide to enjoying a weekend while spending absolutely nothing. You’ll come out of it refreshed, relaxed, and maybe even a little proud of yourself for being so frugal. Your wallet will thank you, your stress levels will drop, and who knows—you might even start a trend!

Oh boy, let me tell you about the time I stumbled upon "financial minimalism." You know, the concept where you supposedly declutter your life, stop buying stuff you don’t need, and end up rolling in cash like Scrooge McDuck. Spoiler alert: it's not that dramatic, but it did change how I think about money—and yes, it kind of  worked! Let me start by saying, I used to be the kind of person who bought everything. And I mean EVERYTHING . See a 15th pair of shoes? “Oh, they’ll be my backup-backup sneakers!” An Instagram ad for a juicer I’ll use twice? “Sign me up!” It got to the point where I had enough stuff to open a small, cluttered convenience store. And guess what? I was still broke. Enter financial minimalism —a term I found while googling “How to survive until payday without resorting to instant noodles (again).” The idea? Cut down on all the random junk that drains your wallet, and boom , suddenly you’re a savings ninja. Easy, right? Well, first I had to face the horror of decluttering my life. That meant opening my closet and realizing I’ve been running an undercover fashion museum featuring clothes I bought five years ago "just in case" neon leggings came back into style. Spoiler: they didn’t. I also found gadgets I didn’t even remember owning—like an ice cream maker. I mean, I love ice cream, but apparently not enough to justify the purchase of a literal machine  to make it. Once I stopped impulse-buying nonsense and started asking myself, "Do I really need this?" I noticed a slight  improvement in my bank account. But let’s be real, I wasn’t magically transforming into some Zen-like monk who lives with one pair of socks and a single cup for water and coffee (don’t tempt me though—one cup means less dishes!). Instead, I became hyper-aware of how many things I could actually live without . Example: Why on earth did I need three streaming services, when I only have enough time to binge-watch one? (Okay, maybe two. It’s all about balance.) And when did my coffee table become a shrine to random home décor pieces that serve no purpose other than to get dusty? After a while, I started seeing my bank account like a plant. Water it a little (aka, save some money), and it grows! Neglect it with endless splurges on novelty socks and overpriced candles? Well, it withers, much like my willpower in a stationery store. And the best part? Financial minimalism is actually freeing! Sure, I miss the adrenaline rush of receiving a package and the false sense of accomplishment that comes with buying a cheese board I’ll use exactly once . But you know what’s even better? Not being terrified every time I check my bank balance! I’m no longer sweating over my balance like it's a soap opera cliffhanger. In conclusion, financial minimalism is about cutting out the unnecessary junk and focusing on what matters—whether that’s saving for a rainy day, paying off debts, or just being able to buy groceries without doing mental math in the checkout line. It's not about becoming some joyless, anti-shopping hermit. It’s about decluttering your finances and making space for the things you really care about (like food that isn’t instant noodles, maybe). So go ahead, adopt a minimalist mindset, and prepare to watch your wallet breathe a long, relieved sigh. And hey, with all the extra space you’ll create from decluttering, you might even discover you already own that juicer. (Pro tip: it makes great paperweights, too!)

You know that feeling when you wake up, stare at your alarm like it's personally offended you, and think, "Nope, not today."  Yeah, that’s been me… for the past 87 years, or at least it feels like it. I’m at the point where I’m not even tired anymore—I’m just tired of being tired. My energy levels are like my phone battery at 3%—surviving purely on the fumes of hope and caffeine. But do I get a break? No, ma’am! Instead, I slap a smile on my face and keep going like I’ve got my life together, when in reality, my brain’s a fried egg and my soul is doing the cha-cha right out of my body. And don’t get me started on my “self-care.” I’ll tell myself, “Tonight, I’m going to have a bubble bath, light a candle, and do some yoga.” But instead, I end up collapsing on the couch like a sack of potatoes, scrolling on my phone until my hand cramps. Productivity who?  I haven’t seen her in months. But here’s the kicker: despite the endless, soul-sucking exhaustion, I KEEP. ON. GOING. It’s like I’m fueled by some stubborn willpower that says, “Yeah, sure, you’re running on fumes and one brain cell, but who cares? Keep doing all the things!” So, here I am, dragging myself through the day like an overcooked noodle, pretending I’ve got this. Honestly, I deserve an award. Forget Employee of the Month—I need "Burnout Survivor of the Century." But I guess that’s adulthood, right? We just keep showing up. Even when life feels like a dumpster fire, we push through, because who else is going to do it?

Oh, jealousy—the green-eyed monster that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. You know, the one that makes you side-eye someone who has something you probably  don't even want but now absolutely must  have because they  have it? Yeah, that guy. It’s like being at a buffet. You’re perfectly happy with your plate of spaghetti, feeling content and blessed. Then, suddenly, someone walks by with a plate of sushi, and suddenly your spaghetti looks like a sad, wet noodle in comparison. You don't even like  sushi, but there you are, fuming, plotting how to swipe that spicy tuna roll off their plate without anyone noticing. Jealousy can turn you into Sherlock Holmes. You’re not even on social media that much, but when your friend posts a picture of their new car, boom —you’re inspecting every pixel like you’re cracking a cold case. “Hmm, is that a scratch? Looks like it’s due for an oil change. Bet that mileage is terrible!” Oh, the mental gymnastics we perform to convince ourselves that we’re not missing out on anything... it's practically an Olympic sport. But the thing is, jealousy doesn’t do anyone any favors. It’s like drinking a gallon of vinegar and expecting the other person to get heartburn. While you're simmering in your own negativity stew, the person you’re jealous of is out there, blissfully unaware, probably eating sushi in their new car, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil. So why bother? Life’s too short to compare ourselves to others and get bogged down in all that unnecessary drama. Instead, let’s just sit back, enjoy our spaghetti, and laugh at the fact that we were this close  to becoming sushi thieves.

Oh, Sundays are a magical time, aren't they? It’s like everyone suddenly remembers they're auditioning for a spot in heaven. The whole world is on its best behavior, and you’d swear people are one prayer away from being sainted. You see folks walking into church, heads held high, dressed in their Sunday best—faces glowing with all the “holiness” they've accumulated after six days of being their usual chaotic selves. They greet you with that pious, almost angelic smile, like they haven't cursed out the neighbor’s dog for barking too loud the night before. But then Monday hits like a freight train, and BAM! That holy glow? Gone. Poof!  By 9 a.m., Sister Grace who was singing hymns in the front row yesterday is now gossiping about their neighboors, flipping the bird as she goes. The pastor's wife who was preaching about kindness is now giving you the side-eye at the coffee shop because you dared to take the last blueberry muffin. And your coworker, who was practically oozing humility at the service? Oh, now they're back to their Monday routine of passive-aggressively badmouthing and humiliating their co-workers. It’s like everyone’s got a secret switch labeled "Holier Than Thou" for Sundays, and on Monday, it flips right back to "Judgmental Son of a Biscuit." They go from "Love thy neighbor" to "Get off my lawn" faster than you can say "Amen." And let's not even talk about the hypocrisy! One moment, they're praying for the world’s peace, and the next, they’re cursing out the barista for putting too much foam in their cappuccino. Oh, how quickly the tides turn. By midweek, it’s like the whole church thing never even happened, and you're left wondering, “Do they save up all their holiness for next Sunday or is it on backorder?” Ah well, who are we kidding? I’ll see you in the pews next Sunday, trying to keep up with the act!

Oh boy, let’s talk about ungrateful people. You know, those delightful human beings who have the audacity to take your kindness, wrap it up in a neat little package, and toss it into the abyss like they’re too good for your generosity . Meanwhile, you're left standing there like, "Did I just feed your soul with my good vibes only for you to ghost me?" Yeah, that. Ah, ungrateful people —the absolute crème de la crème of joy-suckers, am I right? They’re like the emotional version of stepping on a LEGO in the middle of the night. You go out of your way to be helpful, generous, even saintly—cue the halo—and instead of a "thank you" or even a nod, they hit you with… nothing.  Zip. Nada. You’re left there like, “Oh, okay, cool, no biggie… just gonna question my life choices now.” Ungrateful people are like that extra stubborn jar of pickles you can never seem to open—no matter how hard you try, they just refuse to give! You bend over backwards for them, practically doing cartwheels with a smile, and what do they do? They act like you’ve given them expired coupons  instead of your time, energy, and love. And then, the cherry on top— the backstab . Oh yes, because apparently it’s not enough that they’re ungrateful, they’ve also got to throw some ninja-level betrayal in there too. You’d think you were auditioning for a role in Game of Thrones  with how these people can go from "Thanks, you're the best" to "I'm going to ruin your life now, kthanksbye" in a blink. So, how do we overcome these "emotionally-bankrupt, gratitude-allergic, backstab-happy" individuals mentally? Well, my dear friends, step one is to realize they are not the main character in your life’s movie. Oh no, they’re the background extras —you know, the ones who don’t even get a name in the credits. The faster you recognize that, the faster you’ll find peace. Step two? Laugh it off. Seriously, humor is your best defense against these emotional vampires. Imagine them tripping over their own pettiness, wearing a cape that says “I suck at being a decent human,” and suddenly, they seem way less intimidating. You gave them your kindness, and that’s on them  if they don’t know how to appreciate it. You’re basically a saint, and they’re just a plot twist no one asked for. Step three is all about moving on. Let them simmer in their ungrateful soup while you go on to do more fabulous things with your life. Why? Because the universe loves a giver, and karma is out here taking notes like, “Oh, they stabbed your back? Don’t worry, I got this.” In conclusion, ungrateful people are just potholes on the highway of life. You might trip on them, but eventually, you’ll swerve around and leave them in the dust. They may not say thanks, but your mental health will when you stop giving them any more of your precious energy. And hey, if they come crawling back (which they often do), just smile sweetly and say, “Sorry, I’m too busy being fabulous. Maybe next time!"