Hot take: I get weirdly excited about cleaning out my fridge
Everyone groans about it, but I see it as a treasure hunt... last week I discovered a perfectly good jar of pickles behind the milk. I did a little victory dance right there in the kitchen light. My partner just shook their head and walked away. That find made my whole day better, honestly.
Seems like a pretty low bar for happiness. The world's on fire and we're celebrating a condiment. Maybe it's just me but that feels like settling, idk.