What if I woke up as a celling fan?.

I woke up today as a celling fan , which was honestly a terrible career choice. My entire existence now depends on one swich. People turn me on when they're sweating, complain when I make noise, and completely ignore me when the weather is pleasant.

I spent the morning spinning above a family arguing about the electricity bill. Apparently I was somehow responsible. By afternoon, someone hung wet clothes beneath me, creating the most confusing breeze of my life.

Then the power went out.Everyone groaned. I just sat there silently, enjoying the rare opportunity to stop working.

Honestly, relatable.