It is by looking at the microwave that I find the greatest peace.
I was standing in my kitchen at 11 PM, waiting for popcorn to finish heating up. I was getting ready to watch the cinematic masterpiece Sharknado 1. I set the timer for 200 seconds and pressed start.
Now, a normal, functioning person would use those 200 seconds to do something productive. Wash a fork. Wipe the kitchen counter.
But not me. My brain completely shut down. I just stood there, paralyzed, staring through the blurry mesh window.
And you know what? It was the most peaceful moment of my entire week. No thoughts. No existential dread. Just the hypnotic, yellowish rotation of a bag of popcorn.
The low hum of the microwave became my white noise. For more than three glorious minutes, the universe made sense. When the loud BEEP broke the spell, I genuinely felt like I had just returned from a spiritual retreat in the mountains.