I feel like I am just acting out the role of an adult every day, waiting for someone to realize I have no clue what I am doing.

A neighbor keeps letting their dog poop on my lawn, so I bagged it up and left it neatly on their front doormat.

I’m head over heels for my sister’s husband’s brother. Family dinners are absolute torture because we can’t keep our eyes off each other.

I told my parents I would call every Sunday, but I was too depressed to make any calls.

I matched with my former boss’s son on a dating app. He has no idea who I am, but the gossip he’s dropped about his father’s company is absolute gold.

I eat raw cookie dough straight from the tub while watching reality TV drama.

I told my boyfriend I was going on a 3-day wellness retreat with my girls. I actually flew across the country to confront my ex at his apartment.

My old neighborhood park looks smaller, older, and completely weathered down compared to how grand it felt in my childhood.

I follow your dog on Instagram just to check if you are still single based on who is holding the leash in your photos.

My coworker thinks I’m her best friend in the office. I’m the one who anonymously submitted her publicly accessible social media posts to HR last month.

I caught my best friend’s husband kissing our tennis instructor behind the clubhouse lockers. I haven’t told her, but I did start using it to get the best court reservations.

My friends keep thinking I like horror movies because I laughed too loudly at a scary scene in the theater.

I gave wrong, convoluted driving directions to someone who aggressively cut me off in the parking garage.

I pretended not to speak English when a street promoter tried to sell me a subscription box today.

My parents think they paid for my college degree completely, but I worked night shifts and took out private loans.