My Favorite Moments Are When No One Needs Anything From Me
No emails. No calls. No decisions to make. Just me, a lawn chair, and the raw, unsupervised freedom of temporary irrelevance.
No emails. No calls. No decisions to make. Just me, a lawn chair, and the raw, unsupervised freedom of temporary irrelevance.
No destination. No playlist. Just road noise, bottled water, and the faint hope that movement still counts as progress.
He used a wrench and confidence. I used Yelp and panic. But hey, the drip’s gone — except the one in the mirror.
She opened a jar by herself, and now I’m spiraling. Should I just… join a militia?
Jason says the gym is his therapy. And to be fair, he’s there six days a week, rain or shine,…
He tracks his REM cycles, avoids blue light, and winds down with magnesium tea and war podcasts — but no longer remembers what dreams feel like.
What began as a commentary show has become an oral complaint log about accountability, dating apps, and modern consequences.