Is My Houseplant Judging Me? A Deep Dive into Plant-Based Side Eye

Is My Houseplant Judging Me? A Deep Dive into Plant-Based Side Eye

From Green Thumb to Paranoid Plant Parent

I’ve always considered myself relatively sane. I pay my taxes, haven’t accidentally set off the fire alarm (yet), and can confidently tell a Phillips head from a flathead screwdriver. But lately, thanks to Bartholomew, I’m questioning my sanity.

Now, before you picture a judgmental roommate with a handlebar mustache, let me clarify: Bartholomew is my prized monstera plant. He boasts large, vibrant green leaves, and until recently, I considered him the epitome of chill. But now? Now, I swear he shoots me dirty looks.

Bartholomew, humming along to some questionable pop music, when I’d catch a glimpse of his leaves. Was it my imagination, or did they seem to droop lower, as if burdened by the sheer audacity of my music taste? I brushed it off, blaming my paranoia on the lack of caffeine.

But then came the incident with the watering can. I was rushing, late for a Zoom meeting (aren’t we all?), and haphazardly doused Bartholomew with water, spilling some on the floor. As I scrambled for a towel, I swear I heard a heavy sigh. Looking up, I found Bartholomew’s largest leaf tilted downwards, pointedly towards the spilled water. It was the most passive-aggressive plant behavior I’d ever witnessed.

The Great Takeout Container Showdown

Since then, the evidence has been mounting. Bartholomew wilts dramatically whenever I indulge in a late-night snack (judging my diet, are we?). He seems particularly unimpressed by my choice of reading material (apparently, self-help books aren’t his cup of tea?). And don’t even get me started on his reaction to my attempts at singing along to karaoke night.