You wake up hopeful. Then remember the emails. The hope dies quietly. Ready. Steady. Go. You’ve already mapped out the plan... for everyone. You open your eyes. And immediately regret that decision.

You chase excitement, trip on expectations, and hiss about it later. You planned relaxation… and gave it an agenda. Avoiding humans. Contemplating existence. Taking 3 naps out of self-defence.

Always chasing the next best thing. But somehow still turning up, eye-roll first. Confident. Driven. Possibly leading a cult, but like a really well-organised one. Quiet, observant, and mildly terrifying. One sentence from you = existential crisis for everyone else.