Gabriel Mizrahi

I don't know if I always will be able to.

And yeah, in the meantime, the breath work does help.

Yep, get that O2, bro.

Get that O2 in those nose, babe.

Dear Jordan and Gabe,

For about a decade, my fiance and I lived in a small German town where we were part of a tight-knit friend group.

One member of that group, let's call him Steve, is a classic high-energy extrovert.

Yes, Steve, a classic German name.

He's a big ideas guy who's always launching a new business plan and loves giving unsolicited advice.

He's a nice guy, but he can be a bit much.

Carry on.

Four years ago, we moved to a major city to start our careers.

We've since gotten engaged and are currently in the thick of family planning.

During this time, we invited Steve and his wife to visit several times, but we were met with two years of radio silence.

Then, out of the blue, Steve recently reached out.

He expects to start a new job in our town near us and, without asking, informed me over the phone that he'll be living with us and, at the same time, maintaining his residency back home in order to commute back and forth between his new job and his wife.

He has decided that it's quote-unquote unnecessary to get his own place, and just assumed our couch was his new HQ for the foreseeable future.

This person is insane.

Ghosts you for two years and then pops up like, hey, I'm squatting in your house now, thanks.

Yeah.