So, there I was, expecting a chill weekend with Netflix and a snack or two 🍿, when I suddenly found myself questioning if I’m more of a Rick or a Morty 🤔. Cue dramatic music and a quick Google search for “existential crisis hotline.” To top it off, my microwave started making noises like R2-D2 having a midlife crisis, leading to an awkward conversation with 911 about how fires aren’t lit anymore—unless you mean my anxiety 🔥. Ah, adulthood: when even your appliances get existential. 😂