Is My Houseplant Secretly Judging Me? A Deep Dive into Botanical Side-Eye
From Green Thumb to Green Judgement?
I swear, it happened again this morning. I stumbled out of bed, hair looking like a bird’s nest, and caught my prized Monstera Deliciosa giving me the side-eye. You know the look—leaves angled just so, an almost imperceptible rustle like a disapproving sigh. I can’t be the only one who feels personally judged by their houseplants, right?
It all started innocently enough. I, like many during the dark days of early pandemic times, decided to become a Plant Parent™. I envisioned a lush indoor jungle, a symphony of verdant life… What I got was a crash course in botanical passive aggression.
The Case of the Dramatic Droop
Exhibit A: Bartholomew, my peace lily. Now, Bartholomew is a drama queen of the highest order. Forget forgetting to water him for a day—miss the optimal watering window by a few hours and this plant throws a fit worthy of a Greek tragedy. Leaves drooping lower than my enthusiasm for a Monday morning meeting? Check. An aura of general malaise that permeates the entire living room? Double check.
