If you find me relatable, you might want to pause for a moment, grab a blanket, and reconsider your life choices. I mean, I’m the kind of person who talks to inanimate objects like they owe me money and still gets excited over the idea of "dinner for breakfast." If you're nodding along, thinking, "Yes, this is the energy I need," then my friend, it might be time to schedule an intervention—or at least an extended spa day. Your brain deserves better than the chaos I bring to the table.