We’ve all been there. You’re going about your day, maybe in your pajamas, singing off-key to Britney Spears, when you catch a glimpse of your plant. And in that moment, you just know. It’s judging you.
My Monstera Exposed My Coffee Addiction
It all started innocently enough. I was a new plant parent, overflowing with naive enthusiasm. I showered my Monstera, lovingly named Gerald, with attention, diligently watering him and whispering words of encouragement. But then came the fateful day I accidentally spilled my third cup of coffee… on Gerald.
One week, I got caught up in a particularly gripping novel and completely forgot about my watering duties. By the time I remembered Priscilla, her leaves were drooping lower than my spirits after a bad Tinder date. I quickly gave her a good soak, feeling incredibly guilty.
Are My Plants Judging Me? The Verdict is In
Look, I know, logically speaking, plants don’t judge. They lack the cognitive capacity for such complex emotions. But there’s something about the way they silently observe our every move, their leaves rustling ever so slightly, that makes me think they’re privy to secrets we don’t even know about ourselves.
Maybe it’s the guilt from forgetting to water them on time, or the paranoia stemming from one too many spilled coffees. Whatever it is, I’m convinced my plants are judging me. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Their silent judgment keeps me in check, reminds me to slow down, and maybe even water them once in a while.
Do Your Plants Judge You Too?