06/08/2026
One thing you should know about me: I HATE surprise boxes.
Not “they’re not my favorite” hate.
I mean, *why would I willingly hand over my hard-earned money for an item that is intentionally withholding information from me?*
As a child of immigrants, this concept makes absolutely no sense.
You want me to pay full price...
for uncertainty?
My ancestors did not sacrifice so I could participate in mystery-based spending.
And yet...
There I was.
Standing in the store.
Holding a surprise box.
Convinced that if I bought exactly one, the universe would reward me with the one I wanted.
My manager parts had spreadsheets.
My protector parts had concerns.
My therapist brain understood the cognitive distortions in real time.
Did that stop me?
No.
Because apparently I also have a part that enjoys learning lessons the hard way.
So I opened it.
It was NOT the one I wanted.
The disappointment was immediate.
I would like the record to show that for approximately 12 seconds, I was deeply committed to being annoyed.
Then I looked at it.
And looked again.
And somehow...
I loved it.
So now I’m forced to admit that the surprise box was right and I was wrong, which is honestly the hardest part of this entire experience.
Anyway, I still hate surprise boxes.
But I also may buy another one.
Please respect my privacy during this confusing time. 💀✨😂
