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My Cat Thinks I Work for Her: A Day in My Servitude
Introduction: If you've ever lived with a cat, you know that they own you rather than you own them. As a proud but slightly defeated servant to my feline overlord, Whiskers, I have learned to accept that my life revolves around her needs, whims, and demands. The more I try to establish dominance, the more I realize I’m merely a background character in her kingdom. This is the tale of my daily life, filled with humor, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of inferiority to a creature that weighs barely more than a bag of flour.
By Afia Sikderabout a year ago in Humor
I Tried Meditation and Fell Asleep
Introduction The goal of meditation is to bring inner peace, clarity, and insight. But for me, it just brought deep, uninterrupted sleep. When I first decided to try meditation, I had high hopes that I would become more mindful, have less stress, and maybe even discover some of my own wisdom. I, on the other hand, kept drifting off into dreamland. At first, I thought I was doing something wrong. However, it turned out that my unintentional nap gave me a completely new perspective on meditation, relaxation, and what it really means to be mindful. The Decision to Meditate
By Afia Sikderabout a year ago in Humor
Laughter Knows No Age: How My Grandma Became a Stand-Up Sensation at 75:
If you’d told me five years ago that my 75-year-old grandmother would be slaying audiences at comedy clubs, I’d have assumed you’d mistaken her knitting needles for a microphone. But here we are: Betty “Boom Boom” Wilkins, a silver-haired firecracker in orthopedic shoes, is proof that humor doesn’t retire—it reinvents.
By Sanchita Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Humor
Awakening in Gold
Jack woke up to find his head encapsulated in a fishbowl-like hangover brought on by too many canned margaritas the night before. His wife and daughters had been away twelve days of a two week trip to visit the in-laws, and he’d already plowed through almost a hundred of the devilishly-alcoholic salty sour little cocktails. Jack didn’t normally drink, but at the bottom of each can was a code redeemable for FanPoints on his preferred sports betting platform and it seemed wasteful to pour them out. With some chagrin he checked his phone, seeing the deposits he’d made the night before. Bad luck follows me, he thought.
By J. Otis Haasabout a year ago in Humor
Cardio, Chaos, and Crippling Regret
I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the motivational post I scrolled past on Instagram—some chipper fitness guru beaming as she did lunges in a sunlit park. Maybe it was the way my cat looked at me that morning, as if questioning my entire life’s commitment to physical activity.
By Tesie Millsabout a year ago in Humor
This Adventure Bites
My mouth opens, releasing the pungent smell of the incubated breath from the past 6 hours. Tortilla, processed cheese, chili, and other nom-noms from the previous night’s gathering. My stomach may be happy, but my nose scrunches with disdain. Dizziness circles my head while I reach for my swirly blue-colored toothbrush, my only weapon to combat the budding halitosis. Squeezing the toothpaste on the bristle, a routine I do every morning, a small gruff voice interrupts me.
By Iris Harrisabout a year ago in Humor
Never Assume
There was a guy at work, which we will call him Jack. His real name will remain a secret. Yet he was a good worker who came in on time every day. This excludes so many in the crew that I am on. So, he was an exception and always kind. His outfits and shoes always matched. Jack was always at work with a positive attitude, which is missing in this place. If you had worked there, you would have understood the negative attitudes, too. Yet it was never a day without chaos, and Jack rolled with the flow. No one really bothered him, and he did not bother others either. Jack sat at the back table near the board. He never spoke up or caused trouble, either.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Humor
Life on Earth
“There’s life on Earth,” I say. And instantly regret it. The room goes feral. An Elder gasps so hard his lung almost escapes like a bat out of hell. Another clutches his chest, as if I just slapped him with the raw, wet fish of truth. Someone in the back actually faints—which is impressive, considering our blood is basically mist and anxiety.
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Humor
