I saw a guy comment on this image once. He talked about how he’d hit absolute rock bottom at one point in his life, but managed to claw his way back up and get a job that let him get an apartment. Most people see this image as a huge failure, but he explained that in his case getting that bare apartment with an air mattress was a huge step for him towards a better quality of life.

A: Hi, I’m a monk.
B: Interesting, I’ve never met a monk before. Benedictine? Cistercian? Buddhist?
A: Crypto.

about to move for the first time and i’m pretty sure my room is gonna look like this for a week or two. assigned male at apartment

I love my brother and his wife, but their house is stuffed. There’s barely any floor surface that doesn’t have furniture. The non-kitchen furniture that’s made for sitting on has throw pillows on top of throw pillows on top of throw pillows, and the non-kitchen furniture that’s not made to sit on is loaded with photo frames and/or lamps. The walls are covered in art and framed photos. I walk in to their house and immediate claustrophobia sets in. The queen-sized bed in the guest room had (last time I visited) two sheet blankets, four comforters, and six pillows.

At least they keep the place clean. It’s not a hoarder house. Just filled with so fucking many things.

I beat the male allegations by becoming a weeaboo instead. It’s not a trashy mattress on the floor - it’s a classy futon!