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PsychologistMimi’s Top 3 Pet Peeves: A Rant from 2012 to Now
Name your top three pet peeves. Over the years, I’ve shared many tales of woe, laughter, and eye-roll-worthy moments on my blog. And with a decade of reflecting on life’s quirks, certain pet peeves have managed to stay front and center. So without further ado, let’s dive into PsychologistMimi’s top three pet peeves from 2012 to today—because some things just never change.1. The Chronic Meeting…
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Glitches, Pods, and the Wonders of Everyday Life
Ever had one of those days where something just feels… off? Like maybe, just maybe, there’s a glitch in the matrix? I’m not talking about seeing black cats cross your path twice (although that would be pretty nerve-wracking). I’m talking about those tiny, weird moments where life seems to stutter—when your phone screen freezes mid-scroll or you could swear you put your keys on the table, only to…
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Finding Hope in January’s Shadows
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why? January used to be one of my favored months. It held the promise of new beginnings, fresh starts, and the excitement of a year brimming with possibility. There was something about the crisp, cold air and the blank slate of a new calendar that felt invigorating. But over the years, January has taken a different turn for me. It’s become a month marked…
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The Curious Case of My Missing Mug
It’s Friday night, and I’m pondering one of life’s great mysteries: where in the world is my favorite coffee mug? You know, the one with the chipped handle that has somehow become a part of my identity? The one that seems to have more mileage than my gym shoes but also brings that perfect sense of comfort with every sip?I’ve looked in the usual spots—kitchen counter, the top of the dishwasher,…
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Finding Balance Between Privacy and Indelicacy
There’s a fine line between maintaining your privacy and being pushed to a point where you feel you have no choice but to share deeply personal things. We’re told time and again that we don’t owe anyone our private stories—be it a medical condition, a death, or anything else that doesn’t fall under “work talk.” Yet, sometimes, people can press and press until you feel cornered, and suddenly,…
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Trust Your Gut (But Maybe Not After Ice Cream and Curry)
Do you trust your instinct? I’ve always been one to trust my gut. It’s gotten me through life pretty well so far. I mean, aside from those occasional moments when I’ve eaten a bit too much ice cream or indulged in a curry binge—my gut’s only good for decision-making, not digesting spicy and milky treats concurrently. But when it comes to instincts? I like to think I’ve got a well-honed compass…
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Blurry Dreams and Shape Shifters: Where’s Mom’s Dream Book When You Need It?
The other night, I found myself in a dream so vivid and strange that it felt like I had stumbled into an alternate universe. Picture this: I was a tourist in this otherworldly place, trying to take a perfect shot of a dome-shaped building that seemed almost mystical. As I stepped back to capture the whole scene, the image became blurry, frustratingly out of focus. But as soon as I stepped in…
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Social Media: The Fractured Self in a Fractured Digital World
What’s the first impression you want to give people? I’m everywhere and nowhere at the same time. At least, that’s what it feels like on any given day as I bounce between Twitter, Instagram, BlueSky, Threads, LinkedIn, Tumblr, TikTok, and beyond. The wild part? I didn’t even remember I was on BlueSky or Threads until I stumbled across my profiles, apparently dormant for over a year! When did…
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A Fortune Cookie’s Timely Reminder: The Spirit Endures
I don’t know about you, but I love when life sends me little messages in unexpected places. Today, during my not-quite-winter cleaning (because, let’s be real, seasons are just guidelines), I found an old purse I hadn’t touched in ages. Buried within its forgotten pockets was a wrinkled fortune cookie slip that read, “The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it.” I stared at…
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Digital Hoarding and Boxing: Why We Can’t Let Go of Anything Anymore
There are two types of hoarding in today’s world: the stuff that clutters your living room, and the kind that clogs up your phone with 32,000 emails and 10,000 photos you’ll never actually print. And here I am, guilty as charged, digitally hoarding to a level that would make a GenXer’s Trapper Keeper from 1987 look like minimalism. Seriously, I have photos of brunch from 2012. Why? Who knows.…
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Koalas in Bed, UFOs Everywhere: Just Another Week in Wacky News
Sometimes, I just need to tune out the usual chaos and dive into the bizarre corners of the news. Forget politics—this week’s headlines were a treasure trove of pure weirdness, and honestly, I couldn’t have asked for better distractions.Let’s start with the family in Australia who woke up to find a koala in their bed. Not on their porch, not in a tree outside, but snuggled up in bed like it was…
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The Routine Riddle: Annoying but Necessary
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can? Let’s talk about routines. You know, those pesky little things we all roll our eyes at, but deep down, we know we need. My dogs are experts at routines—they expect their walks at the same time every day, and heaven forbid I mess with their schedule. In fact, they’ve taught me something important: routine is survival. Or at least,…
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Podcasts? No Thanks, I’m Already in Too Many Meetings
What podcasts are you listening to? Let me just put this out there: I don’t listen to podcasts. Nope. Nada. Not even when the universe nudges me with “Oh, you have to hear this one!” Do I? Really? Look, I’m in meetings all day long—work, Zoom, the “let’s circle back” kind of stuff that has me longing for an eject button. So why on earth would I want to pop in some earbuds and listen to a podcast…
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Three Dogs, Endless Love: Why My Couch is Always Covered in Fur
What is good about having a pet? Sometimes I sit back and think, “Why do I have three dogs?” It’s a fair question when you consider the endless walks, the constant demand for belly rubs, and their uncanny ability to destroy a brand-new pillow in 30 seconds flat. Let’s not even talk about the bathroom—you’d think it’s a VIP lounge with my tiny shadow faithfully following me in there, too.And yet,…
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Wanderlust or Doom Spending? Either Way, I’m Booking a Flight
Lately, the term “doom spending” has been making the rounds, and I have to admit, I’ve been feeling a little called out. People are out there splurging on random things, all while worrying about the state of the world. Me? I haven’t been doing the doom scroll on Amazon or impulsively buying things I don’t need. No, my vice is different. It’s like doom spending’s far-flung cousin: “doom travel…
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Comedy, Couch, and Mid-Life Chaos: A Psychologist's Binge Break
They say laughter is the best medicine, but I’m not sure they meant it as a remedy for the kind of exhaustion that makes you fall asleep on the couch at 6 p.m., stumble to bed at 2 a.m., and then rise at 5 a.m. as if you had a restful night. If life is an ongoing experiment, my past week has been a case study in sleep deprivation, existential confusion, and Netflix-fueled recovery. Naturally, I…
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Flying Phones and the Case of the Self-Delivering Pizza
There’s a certain charm in living through weird times, isn’t there? I mean, when the headlines scream doom and gloom at every turn, and you’re stuck trying to remember if you locked the door before the apocalypse hit, who wouldn’t want a little distraction? Luckily, in the same week we’re all hyper-fixated on the BIG story here on election day, there’s this delightful nugget that somehow slipped…
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