The Fridge Slot Machine Routine

Bro, why do we open the fridge every five minutes like it's a slot machine?

Like, yeah, let me check again. Maybe a five-star meal just spawned

in the last 30 seconds. I open it, stare, nothing changed. Close it.

Walk away. Two minutes later, my brain is like, nah, but what if this

time? Open it again. Same ketchup, same sad leftovers, same half a drink

with no label, like it's a mystery potion. I don't even grab anything.

I just stand there, door wide open, letting the cold air hit me like I'm thinking.

I'm not thinking. There are zero thoughts. Then I close it, immediately regret it,