Which are you?

On a good day

8.. everyday 8

Relationship goals
- To be the box or the tiger?

9, I have a fever

Oh no hope you feel better soon
- I do now, thank you!

Layoffs face:

4, trapped in a glass case of emotions.

Lately it seems like I'm living 4's life.

My cat is 7

Drooly kitty?
- When he gets belly rubs he often raises his arms above his head in a "hands up don't shoot" pose, and he always looks scared. I don't have a photo of it cause I'm always too focused on getting that belly.
  But here's a picture of him saying hello:

I'm 1! Having a good day

Glad to hear, internet person!
- Thanks fellow lemming!

I just read a few YouTube comments now it’s 8. before I was at like 2. man the internet sucks sometimes

Yep it's so easy to fall down a rabbit hole
- Luckily there are memes like this and shitposts to calm down as well

Hello fellow boxes, my name is Eight.

:(

As a person who manages a produce department for a living, this is one of my favorite posts I've ever seen. All day long I'm surrounded by little faces and it's kind of just a thing that only I pay any mind to.

That's why I posted it! I love seeing little faces in things I see them wherever I go

Swingin between 2 and 8 all day long.

So, you're averaging 5?

6 for sure

Had a highschool teacher who put up these posts every class on the projector and did wordle or connections with us as a warm up, and I would've loved to see this.

Guess I'm feeling 2. Not bad, falling apart a little bit and got a banana peel on my head from falling in the trash, but still okay.

7 feels like he's screaming throughout all timelines at once, so yeah. Him.

4 every day. But sometimes 9.

Edit: or is it actually the other way around?

I feel like I've been a 6 for at least the last decade or so.

6 could be a screen cap of me in any weekday zoom meeting. A weekend zoom would look like 9, but the box is on fire.

8 :(

Solid 8

Not sure if 6 or 7, I guess I'll settle for 6.5

I think I'm pretty 8

6, I spent too much time in the sun today and triggered a migraine. Laying in a dark room waiting on the imitrex to kick in.

Well my sister called me to complain about how it's bullshit that she can be kicked out of an apartment for not maintaining minimum living standards and then casually dropped that she pissed someone off enough they shot her in her leg and thinks it's the fault of a cursed box from a librarian.