From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Okay, let’s be real—I used to be a plant killer. I’m talking serial succulent assassin, notorious cactus crusher. If it was green and required sunlight, I somehow managed to turn it into a crispy, brown shadow of its former self.
Plants: The Chillest Roommates You’ll Ever Have
Remember that friend who always borrowed your clothes without asking, ate the last slice of pizza, and left their dirty dishes in the sink for days? Yeah, plants are the opposite of that. They’re like those silent, zen-like figures you see meditating in yoga studios—except they don’t judge your questionable flexibility.
They don’t hog the bathroom, steal your wifi, or complain about your taste in music (though I’m pretty sure my monstera secretly digs my 80s power ballads playlist). They just chill there, looking all green and glorious, and ask for nothing in return but a little water and sunshine. Talk about low-maintenance besties!
The Therapeutic Benefits of Talking to Your Plants
Look, I’m not saying you should ditch your therapist and start spilling your deepest secrets to a fiddle-leaf fig. But there’s something incredibly therapeutic about nurturing another living thing. It’s like free therapy, except you don’t have to worry about awkward silences or remembering to refill your prescription.
Plus, plants are the best listeners. They won’t interrupt with unsolicited advice, judge your terrible jokes, or tell your mom about that time you accidentally set the microwave on fire.