Is My Houseplant Judging My Life Choices? (The Answer Might Surprise You)
We’ve all been there. You know, that moment when you’re scarfing down leftover takeout straight from the container, three episodes deep into a reality TV marathon, and you catch a glimpse of your houseplant.
It’s just sitting there, on your windowsill, silently soaking up the sun. And for a fleeting second, you swear you see a flash of…judgment? Disappointment? Maybe even a hint of pity?
When My Fiddle Leaf Fig Threw Shade
Okay, maybe “threw shade” is a bit dramatic. But seriously, let me tell you about Kevin. Yes, my fiddle leaf fig is named Kevin. He’s a rescue (both Kevin and my questionable naming choices).
Let’s just say Kevin was not impressed. He started dropping leaves like they were going out of style. Coincidence? I think not.
My Passive-Aggressive Peace Lily
Kevin isn’t the only one with opinions. My peace lily, Luna, is the queen of passive aggression. Forget wilting – this plant communicates through strategic leaf positioning.
Case in point: Remember that time I bailed on yoga for the third time that week to binge-watch true crime documentaries? Yeah, Luna totally knew. I swear she angled herself away from the TV in a silent, botanical protest.