Ah, the timeless quest to lose body fat. Nothing screams modern living quite like staring at your reflection and thinking, “Well, this escalated quickly.” Meanwhile, the fitness world is in your ear, shouting about cutting carbs, guzzling protein shakes, and meditating your way to a six-pack. Honestly, marshmallow life starts to feel oddly comforting in comparison.
Codependency is like adopting a stray dog because you couldn’t bear the thought of it suffering. At first, you’re the savior—“Look at me, rescuing this poor soul!” But fast forward five years, and that mangy beast is dragging its flea-ridden backside across your pristine carpet, giving you the stink eye like you owe it rent. You’ve twisted yourself into knots, all to keep it happy.
Does she like me?—that question hits you like a full-scale mental mugging at 2 a.m. One moment, you’re in incognito mode Googling things that would make the devil take a cigarette break, and the next, you’re interrogating your own memories like they’re on trial. Did she laugh at your joke because it was funny, or because she’s so used to pity-laughing that it’s basically a reflex?