Just tried to fold a fitted sheet and now I’m questioning all my life choices. Is it a sheet or a sentient fabric monster sent to remind me of my inadequacies? I’d call NASA for help, but I feel like they’d just laugh and tell me to stick to paper airplanes. On the bright side, I’ve accidentally invented a new origami shape: the “Crumpled Defeat.” It’s all fun and games until someone loses a corner.