Lately, I’ve noticed a pattern.
A small, innocent thing I do.
(Okay, maybe not that innocent when you really think about it.)
Whenever I see a meme about Pedro Pascal – whether it’s him holding a coffee, giggling awkwardly in an interview, or, my personal favorite, memes about coping with life by simply existing in a Pedro Pascal-based fantasy – I send it.
To Pedro Pascal himself.
In his DMs.
On Instagram.
Where he has approximately 10 million followers and probably 2 brain cells left for checking random DMs.
But still… I send it.
I laugh. I hit “share.”
And a part of me – the part that still believes in miracles, true love, and the chaos theory – thinks:
Maybe he’ll see my profile picture of Michael Scott with a mullet.
Maybe he’ll be intrigued.
Maybe he’ll think, “Wow. A woman with humor, depth, and The Office references? I must marry her immediately.”
And honestly?
It’s not even about being realistic at this point. It’s about having hope.
It’s about finding joy in the small, hilarious things we do when life feels heavy.
Because sometimes coping looks like therapy and deep introspection… and sometimes it looks like sending Pedro Pascal memes into the void and giggling like a twelve-year-old.
And who’s to say it’s wrong?
I’m manifesting. I’m marketing. I’m shooting my shot in meme form.
Entrepreneurship at its finest.
So if you see me in the future holding hands with Pedro Pascal, just know:
It all started with a Michael Scott mullet, a reckless DM, and a dream.
And if it doesn’t happen?
At least I got a good laugh – and honestly, that’s enough.