My dad still texts me weather updates for cities I'm not even visiting, like I'm personally responsible for Milan's humidity levels — he once sent a five-paragraph breakdown on fog density while I was in a meeting about content moderation policies. Taught me that anxiety wears a lot of disguises, but mostly it looks like a 68-year-old man who thinks "partly cloudy" is a personal betrayal. I've started screenshotting them for a future therapy fund 😅