Not every week is a glow-up era. Some weeks are just random thoughts 💭 — the kind that hijack your coffee break, even though they’re about trees or mascara. Call it a funny blog about life in your 30s: part ✨thriving✨, part “why are there 400 mascaras in the shop when they all do the same thing anyway?”
🪐 Interstellar Changed Me (And Not In a Chill Way)
I watched Interstellar again this week and when it ended, I was like right – everyone shut up, we need a debrief.
Is Anne Hathaway OK??
She’s alone on that new planet with zero mates, presumably raising a whole generation of space babies?? That feels like a lot. I don’t want to live on that planet. Too barren. No brunch spots. Just not the vibe.
Also, what happens next? Does Matthew McConaughey find her in his space jet? How long did it take?? Do they all live there forever? Do they have Netflix? Someone please do a follow-up film immediately.
🚂 “That’s a Nice Train” – The Moment I Knew I Was Old
I was watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (don’t ask, it was on) and there’s a scene where they drive past a train. I, completely unironically, said aloud:
“That’s a nice train.”
And in that moment, I knew.
I’m officially old.
🖤 Mascara Meltdown at Clicks (Send Help)
I popped into Clicks to get a new mascara and was greeted by approximately 342 options.
- XL Lash
- Volume XXL
- Mega Length
- Big Lash
- Lash Up, Lash Out, Lash-tastic…
What does it all MEAN??
I got so overwhelmed, stared blankly for 3 minutes, and left. I have no new mascara. But at least I didn’t panic-buy one and end up looking like a spider.
🌳 Tree Crimes and Other Intrusive Thoughts
I was sat in a pub garden, eating cheesy chips and living my best life, when I saw the most beautiful, massive old tree.
And suddenly my brain went:
“What if someone chopped that down? Would they go to jail? How long for? Is there a specific time of day that would be best for a sneaky tree crime? Would the neighbours notice??”
I have no plans to cut down a tree, but I did go full courtroom drama in my head. So that was fun.
🩸 The Monthly Betrayal: Period Surprise No. 240
I’ve been SO tired this week. Like, micro-napping tired. And I never nap??
So naturally I spiral for a few days wondering if I’m deficient in something / coming down with something / emotionally spiralling.
And then… drumroll
My period arrived for the 240th month in a row.
And every month I’m like “ohhhhh, yes, that makes sense”.
It’s not like I don’t track it. I just get shocked every single time. Classic.
💭 Final Thought: It’s OK to Have a Random Week
Some weeks it’s mascara meltdowns, some weeks it’s tree crimes, some weeks it’s me rating trains like fine wine. That’s just 30s life: thriving in theory, but in reality side-eyeing mascara like it’s a maths exam. I
f this brain dump made you laugh (or at least nod in recognition), you’ll probably enjoy Business Class Energy, Economy Seat Reality too – same unhinged energy, just with less mascara and more airplane snacks.
