I firmly believe that relatable tweets are a cornerstone of society . I mean, who doesn’t like relating to the things people say on the internet? It makes us feel so much more connected to random strangers we’ll never meet.
And to be honest, they’re always telling straight facts. It’s kind of nice to know that I’m not the only person who relates to Tweets like the ones in this list.
The same thing goes with cows.
One really fun thing I always do is I say “Cows!” whenever I see horses, and laugh at the confusion on people’s faces.
This is why no one likes going on road trips with me.
“Functioning” adult is a bit of a stretch…
I guess being out of school for long enough makes us soft. And by soft, I mean barely able to function a fraction as well as we could in school. Sigh …
On the other hand…
I swear, teachers would drill things into your head and say you were totally going to need to know this stuff in the future. Most math is kind of irrelevant for most of us, I find.
It’s what happens if you only measure by eye.
And to be honest, I don’t know a single person who weighs pasts and is able to actually tell how much is enough for just one or two people. You either have too little or too much. No in between.
Enough with the prying questions!
Okay, so maybe these questions aren’t super invasive. But I can’t be alone in thinking that having to answer them is a real pain, right? Especially when a random uncle or aunt asks you.
Please be nice; I’m delicate.
I’m glad to know I’m not the only weirdly sensitive weirdo on the internet. The thought of someone being upset with me for the smallest thing is just too much to handle!
If you’re reading this and you’re tired, raise your hand.
Don’t worry, I’m also tired. The worst part is that I actually got a lot of sleep last night, too. I think tiredness is just a personality trait at this point.
Glad to know I’m not the only one who does this.
Yes, I’ll have Twitter open on my laptop, and then I’ll grab my phone and open Twitter to look at the exact same tweets I saw two minutes ago. I feel so seen right now.
It still feels wrong.
Sure, when you’ve been out of school for years, you aren’t the same kid who got taught by that teacher. But it’s still weird calling them by anything other than their last name. Illegal, even.
When it comes to garlic, there’s no limit.
The same thing goes for vanilla. There’s literally no such thing as too much garlic (or vanilla). And if someone says your breath stinks, it’s on them!
You forget to water it once and it’s all downhill from there.
Some people are, like, weirdly obsessed with houseplants. I can never understand this. I had a cactus once, and it died.
Going to bed late means anything after 11.
When you’re a kid, staying up until midnight seems so late. Once you get passed college age, staying up until midnight seems so late. It’s like a full circle moment.
Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
I can’t picture that without also picturing having a sore back, and to be honest, that’s pretty par for the course when it comes to being an adult. Just a slow, painful struggle.
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Who needs to name files?
True, I shouldn’t complain if I can’t find a picture because I let the file name default to a bunch of random letters and numbers. But guess what? I’m gonna complain anyway.
I feel so popular!
It’s the same feeling you get when your phone buzzes, and it’s just a notification for a random sale at a store. Any attention is good enough.
Why redecorate when you could just not do that?
Nice decor is so expensive. And I get why, but that doesn’t mean I have to love it. Let me decorate a whole room for $25! Please!
This tweet truly aged like wine.
I never leave my house ever, meanwhile these influencers are in a new place every other minute. How do they have all the energy to do that?
The bowl you use is never enough.
I know for a fact that if you’re reading this, you got tricked by a salad bowl before. When I make a salad, I always use two bowls; one to toss, and then one to put it in when I realize the first one is too small.
I can promise you exactly one thing.
I will not, in fact, try this at home.
The idea of watching people do physical activities while sitting around with junk food is the most relatable thing I’ve ever seen.
They need to be arranged the right way!
And you have to do it before you put the frozen pizza in the oven, or else what’s the point?
But to risk having parts of your pizza that have no pepperoni on them? Not a chance.
