The Peak of Human Achievement: Crying Stuffed Horses
Seriously? This is what we’ve come to? A manufacturing defect – a slightly misplaced stitch, apparently – transforms a plush equine into an embodiment of existential dread, and suddenly its the must-have item? Forget groundbreaking scientific discoveries, forget advancements in medicine, forget actually solving any of the worlds problems! No, we are celebrating…a sad horse.
Apparently, these tearful steeds have become office mascots. Mascots! Because staring at a perpetually melancholic plush toy is supposedly conducive to productivity and morale? I’m picturing rows of desks, each adorned with this symbol of manufactured misery. Are they weeping along? Are they silently judging my performance? Its frankly unsettling.
And the frenzy! The limited supply fueled by the error (because lets be honest, someone probably saw a marketing opportunity), driving up prices on resale platforms…it’s utterly absurd. We chase fleeting trends like these with the unwavering dedication previously reserved for, I don’t know, literacy or critical thinking.
This isn’t cute; its a symptom. A symptom of our insatiable appetite for manufactured novelty and a profound lack of anything genuinely worthwhile to occupy our attention. Go outside. Read a book. Confront your anxieties directly instead of projecting them onto a poorly-sewn horse. Please, for the love of all that is rational.
