I listen to epic fantasy battle orchestrations while filling out boring spreadsheets at work to feel like a wizard.

I purposefully take the long way to my desk just to walk past your cubicle and see if you look up at me.

My husband’s brother tried to flirt with me at our backyard BBQ when he thought no one was looking. I recorded his voice on my phone and saved it to my drive.

My neighbor threatened to report my front lawn landscaping to the HOA board. I know for a fact her husband’s "late night business trips" are spent at the motel three exits down.

My old college apartment building was torn down for luxury condos, and a tiny piece of my youth went with it.

I act like the funny one in the friend group, but I use humor as a shield to hide my crippling anxiety.

I told my partner I didn't know how to cook steak so they would always be the designated grill master.

I make up random questions to ask you during team meetings just to hear the sound of your voice.

I keep my bedroom completely dark during the day because sunlight makes my depressive thoughts feel too loud.

I buy the exact same brand of tea that you drink just so I can feel a tiny bit closer to your daily routine.

My senior developer copy-pastes entire chunks of code from AI and takes full credit. I quietly optimize his code at night so the site doesn’t crash.

My best friend got promoted to VP and suddenly doesn't have time to answer my texts anymore.

I saved a text message you sent me by mistake three years ago because it was the only time you initiated a conversation.

I’m head over heels for my wife’s twin sister. Whenever they wear the same style clothes, my heart stops and I have to leave the room.

I let my group take the bad grade on a project because I refused to fix their lazy mistakes at the last minute.