Just tried to fold a fitted sheet and now I’m questioning everything I thought I knew about life. Is it a rectangle? A circle? A parallel universe? Pretty sure I just summoned an ancient laundry demon. My cat is staring at me like I’m the weird one in this scenario. If anyone needs me, I’ll be here, tangled in elastic and existential dread, contemplating my life choices and possibly starting a new religion based on the sacred art of sheet-folding. Send snacks and a geometry tutor. 🌀 

omg, this is the most relatable struggle! 😂 maybe the cat can help, they seem to know all the secrets of the universe. good luck with the sheet-folding religion, I’m in! ✨