My neighbor blows leaves onto my side of the driveway every weekend, so I sweep them back over while he is watching through his window.

I run the company’s social media account. I intentionally post subtle typos in the captions because engagement skyrockets in the comments when people correct me.

I keep a list of your favorite books on my phone so I can read them and pretend we share the exact same literary taste.

I feel completely disconnected from my own ambitions, like I am just coasting on autopilot through life.

I let a stray cat into our porch, fed it for weeks, and never told my family it wasn't a neighborhood visitor.

I use my kid's fancy bath bombs when they go to sleep and take long, luxurious baths while eating ice cream.

I let my group take a bad grade on a presentation because I refused to cover for their missing sections.

I still watch animated cartoons from the 90s on Saturday mornings with a giant bowl of sugary cereal.

My roommate always plays loud music past midnight, so I turned off the main circuit breaker from the hallway panel.

I told my friends I couldn't go out because I was sick, but I just wanted to eat pizza and watch anime in peace.

My dad works in a job that goes against my values but I am afraid of being the bad guy in his story.

I lied about having a family emergency to skip my friend's dry, five-hour dinner party last weekend.

My childhood friends have all moved to different continents, and our friendships now exist entirely across twelve-hour time zones.

My mother-in-law gave me a hideous sweater for Christmas. I "accidentally" dropped it into the donation bin on the way home from her house.

My neighbor played loud bass at 2 AM, so I registered his home address for free religious mailings and sales calls.