Next time you’re staring at a sad microwave dinner, just remember: the Narrator is with you. He’s not mocking you. He’s celebrating your boldness in choosing the “spicy” option.
You can almost hear him now: “A culinary voyage to the edge of the freezer aisle. Let’s see how this ends.” And you smile. Because you know exactly how it ends. With a laugh.
So raise your glass of cheap rosé to the voice in our heads. To the man who makes failing at canapés feel like a national sport. He’s the friend who tells you the truth, but tucks you in with a blanket afterward.
And honestly? In a world full of high-stakes everything, we all need a narrator. Someone to point at the chaos and say “Well, that happened.” And then add, “But I’m still here. And so are you.”
Cheers to that. Now go burn some toast. The narrator is waiting.
