I’m not saying I want to be the orange cat mom... but maybe I do? Like, once I realized her smug satisfaction at the end, I was like, "Same, girl." I can’t count how many times I’ve been at family get-togethers thinking, “At least my life isn’t THAT level of chaos.” (Ignoring my own internal meltdown because... distractions.)
There's something weirdly comforting about seeing someone else’s life be a hot mess. It’s like a tiny reminder that I'm not completely failing at this adulting thing, right? That feeling where you’re somewhere noisy, sipping something questionably caffeinated, watching the world’s chaos unfold, and thinking, “Could be worse!” Or maybe I’m just deflecting with humor. But really, some days are just about indulging that moment of clarity, or delusion. Whatever works.
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