Really? A Toothpick Tower? Seriously?
Let’s just pause for a moment, shall we? Because apparently, in this chaotic swirl of global crises and genuine human suffering, the pinnacle of teenage achievement is…a toothpick Eiffel Tower. Seventeen point thirty-two feet tall, no less! I mean, fantastic. Absolutely brilliant. We should all be bowing down to the sheer ingenuity required to painstakingly glue tiny wooden sticks together for, what? Bragging rights? A fleeting moment of internet fame fueled by vapid amusement?
I’m sure it took dedication. I get that. But honestly, could that time and energy not have been directed toward something…useful? Like, curing a disease? Designing a sustainable energy solution? Learning to be a halfway decent human being? No! Instead, we have a monument to pointless perseverance, looming large as a testament to the bizarre priorities of our modern age.
And the pictures! The endless, self-congratulatory photos of this…creation. Its just…a lot. I’m sure it’s impressive in its own tiny, wooden way. But let’s not pretend its saving the world. Let’s not act like this is some groundbreaking artistic feat worthy of national celebration.
Its a toothpick tower. A really big one. And frankly, I have more important things to worry about. Like questioning my life choices and wondering where all the time went.
