Rhubarb — to eat it, you have to wash, peel, trim, and douse it in sugar. Just let it be what it is: a poisonous weed.
Thinking I can get away with just my raincoat during a storm. An umbrella is always required.
Calling that viral “carrot salad” a meal.
The American Dream.
Wearing any kind of slide-on shoe. They always fall off.
Tasting menus… tiny portions for too much money.
Believing those texts claiming I have an outstanding toll to pay for my car are real.
Buying fancy clothes for my children when all they do is use their shirts as rags.
Paying for airplane Wi-Fi. You're giving your dollars away to be frustrated.
Thinking buying things will bring me happiness.
Listening to the Apple Weather app.
Dry cleaning. What are they doing? My clothes come back just the same, but in plastic wrap.
Design aesthetics that look like this.
This isn’t minimalism, it’s just uncomfortable. If you laughed, drop a <3.
Rhubarb grew like a weed behind my parent's garage, where it belongs!
I’m going to invite you over for strawberry rhubarb crisp.