We all have them, those little quirks that make us human. Leaving dishes “to soak” (read: fester) for a day (or three), forgetting to put on pants before answering the door (the delivery guy didn’t need to see that), the list goes on. And while our friends and family might politely ignore these… eccentricities, I swear my plant does not. In fact, I’m convinced it’s silently judging my every move. Don’t believe me? Let me present my case.
Exhibit A: The Great Watering Debacle of ’23
It all started innocently enough. I was a proud plant parent, diligently watering my little green companion every week. But then life, as it often does, threw a curveball. Work got crazy, deadlines loomed, and my social life (remember those?) sprang back to life. My poor plant, in all the chaos, got relegated to the dusty corner of my mind, and consequently, my apartment.
When I finally remembered, weeks later, I rushed to its side, filled with guilt and a watering can. And that’s when it happened. As I poured the life-giving liquid onto the soil, a single, defiant leaf drooped even further, as if to say, “Oh, NOW you decide to show up?” I swear I even heard a dramatic sigh (or maybe it was just the wind whistling through the open window, but still…).
