I used to think taking out the trash was one of life’s simplest activities. You put stuff in a bag, you take the bag outside, you forget about it. Done. A toddler could manage it. Hell, my neighbor’s criminally stupid Labrador once dragged an entire garbage bag out the doggy door and down the street. Even he understood the core concept: garbage goes away from living space. Then my building installed what the property management…
I should probably start this with a confession. I’m the proud owner of what my girlfriend has sarcastically dubbed “the…
There was a period, not so far back, where relaying information was much more difficult than it is today. You…
It started with my girlfriend Mei’s peace lily. The thing was practically begging for mercy, drooping like a sad puppy despite her religious adherence to watering schedules and optimal sunlight exposure. “I think it’s clinically depressed,” she announced one morning. I glanced up from my coffee and the half-dissected clock radio parts scattered across our kitchen table. “Plants don’t have nervous systems. They can’t technically be depressed.” “Then why does it look like it wants…
I’ve always found it a bit ironic, you know, the way I obsessively check how many likes my meditation selfie…