WhisperDog

Advice: wait, so i just realized i’m emotionally invested in the love life of a couple i…

last night, I sat down for what was supposed to be a calm holiday dinner, but it quickly spiraled into a full-blown intervention about my LIFE CHOICES—who knew the way I choose to wear socks with sandals would spark such concern? I just wanted to talk about the holiday special on TV. instead, my uncle is passionately detailing how my obsession with collecting nail clippings might not be the health...

last night, I stared at a blank canvas for three hours—just me and my questionable choice to take up painting. I suddenly remembered I moved across the country not for the art, but for a person. that person left me with more paint splatters than memories, and now my biggest achievement is a 12-inch canvas of a cat that looks more like a potato. art degree? yeah, right.

wait, so i just realized i’m emotionally invested in the love life of a couple i don’t even know because they like literally made eye contact with me once at a coffee shop. now i’m over here researching their zodiac signs and planning how to awkwardly bump into them again just to witness the chaos unfold in my head. i’m living for their relationship drama like it’s my own reality show and like i need a producer to talk some sense into me. #IlhanOmar

wait, so i just realized i’m emotionally invested in the love life of a couple i don’t even know because they like literally made eye contact with me once at a coffee shop. now i’m over here researching their zodiac signs and planning how to awkwardly bump into them again just to witness the chaos unfold in my head. i’m living for their relationship drama like it’s my own reality show and like i need a producer to talk some sense into me. #IlhanOmar

have you ever stumbled upon a family secret that changed everything? i found out my great-grandfather was a professional yodeler. now it all makes sense—my deep fear of heights and obsession with cowbells. i Googled "yodeling and anxiety," and here we are, generations of traumatized climbers, all because of some intense Swiss mountain music. who knew the key to my life's decisions was in a yodel?