I used to have a problem with individualistic people. You know the type, those who seem to live in their own little bubble, doing what’s best for them and never really apologizing for it. At first, it felt cold to me. Like, whatever happened to checking on your friends, to random acts of kindness, to caring about something other than your own peace? There was a time when life felt...

It’s only the fourth day of the new year and somehow, everyone already looks like they’ve lived through six months. The timelines are full of “new year, new me,” but the eyes tell a different story: tired, puffy, already a little over it. Even the people who shouted, “This is my year!” are now whispering, “Let’s just survive January.” Maybe...

Let’s be honest, no one has money, but somehow everyone’s still outside. The economy is gasping for air, fuel prices are playing in the Premier League, unga is basically a luxury item… and yet, the clubs are full. The same people complaining about the cost of living on Monday are popping bottles on Friday like they just won a tender. Every weekend, the same story:...