Dude. So I bought this Rolife thingy for my girlfriend—yeah, that super detailed, tiny build-it-yourself diorama thing that looks like a Pinterest board exploded.
Let me tell you, I hand it to her, and she goes from “mildly annoyed at me for forgetting to take the trash out” to “Disney princess on Christmas morning.” I’m talking sparkly eyes, squeaky noises, and a full-blown happy dance like she just won a puppy.
She was like, “OH MY GOSH, I’VE ALWAYS WANTED THIS!!!” and I’m standing there like, “Uh… yeah, totally… I knew that,” while internally high-fiving past-me for somehow making the best accidental decision of my life.
Anyway, 10/10 would buy again. Except now she expects me to help her build it, and I’m just here with shaky hands, trying not to glue my fingers together.