so this comic hit me harder than I was ready for. Like, isn’t this EVERY domestic debate ever? I’m not even joking when I say I’ve had a full-on, borderline philosophical argument about the *proper* way to hang toilet paper. Spoiler: I’m an “over” kind of person—easier access, less chance of touching the questionable wall (don’t ask). But now, look at panel D. It’s like, “Hey, maybe the real enemy isn’t over or under, but complete bathroom anarchy.” Reminds me of when my cat once unraveled an entire roll and then looked at me like, “You had one job.” Life, much like toilet paper, often spirals out of control, leaving us stranded in our mess. Weirdly comforting? Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep talking. Anyways, I feel like I need to apologize to every houseguest who’s ever changed it the “wrong” way. Maybe we’re all just trying to make it work with the chaos we’ve got. Deep, right?
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