I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore Extended

Okay, confession time. Ready? I think I'm officially over some stuff.

Adulting: The Never-Ending Story

First up: Grocery shopping. Seriously, can we automate this already? I spend half my life wandering aisles. Then I forget the one thing I actually needed. It's a cruel joke.

Next on the chopping block: Small talk. "How's the weather?" I don't know, Carol, look outside! It's sunny, shocking, I know. Can we skip straight to the good stuff?

And while we're at it, meetings that could be emails? Gone! Poof! Vanished into thin air. My brain cells are dying a slow and painful death. Save us, please!

Fashion Faux Pas (That I'm Officially Banning)

Let's talk clothes. Specifically, uncomfortable shoes. Who decided fashion was worth foot pain? I'm sticking with sneakers. My arches will thank me.

Also, anything that requires dry cleaning. Nope! Hard pass. My laundry pile is already Mount Everest. I'm not adding another peak.

And shapewear? I'm embracing the freedom. Let it all jiggle! Life's too short to be squeezed into oblivion.

Social Media Shenanigans (Enough Already!)

Social media is next. Perfect, filtered lives. It's exhausting trying to keep up. I'm choosing reality, flaws and all.

The constant notifications? Muted! I'm reclaiming my attention span. My sanity depends on it.

And the endless scrolling? I'm opting for books instead. Or maybe just staring at a wall. Anything is better than the void.

Chores: The Bane of My Existence

Household chores are getting the boot too. Okay, maybe not *completely*. But I'm lowering my standards. Dust bunnies are now "decorative fluff."

Folding laundry immediately? A myth! It sits in a basket for days. Eventually, I just grab and go. Close enough.

And ironing? Only for special occasions. Wrinkles add character, right? That's what I'm telling myself.

Dietary Restrictions (That I'm Lightening Up On)

Diets! I'm over the constant food guilt. A balanced diet? Sure. Deprivation? Absolutely not. Pass the pizza.

Kale smoothies? I'm calling it quits. They taste like lawn clippings. I'd rather eat actual grass.

And counting calories? It's a numbers game I refuse to play. Food is meant to be enjoyed. End of story.

General Annoyances (I'm Officially Complaining)

Finally, a few miscellaneous items.

Loud talkers on public transport? Please, use your inside voice! My eardrums are begging for mercy.

Automated phone systems? I want to speak to a human! Navigating those menus is a nightmare. Press one if you want to scream.

And spam emails? Begone! I didn't sign up for this. My inbox is a warzone.

So, there you have it. My list of things I'm officially done with. Anyone else feel the same? Let's start a revolution of 'I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore-ism'. Together we can prevail!