7.29.25: Expensive Sofa

I bought a $1,500 couch because I thought it would unlock some sort of adult inner peace. It didn’t. It’s comfortable, yeah, but now every time I sit on it, I think, “That’s 1.5 months of Thai rent.” I could’ve bought land. Or a motorcycle. Or, I don’t know, fifteen actual tubs. Moral of the story? Don’t buy expensive furniture unless you’re absolutely sure you’ll sit on it every day with pride. Or unless you want it mocking you silently while you eat cold noodles and wonder if you’ll ever financially recover from this decision.