I volunteered for the office committee just because it put me in meetings with you twice a week.

I accidental logged into my boss’s Spotify account. His most-played playlist is called "Crying in the Parking Lot before 9 AM".

I eat a whole jar of pickled jalapeño slices straight with a fork while standing over the kitchen sink.

I built an entire automated script to handle my data entry job and spend the rest of my shift learning music production.

As a man, I sometimes listen to Taylor Swift.

I told my cat that barking dogs were just security guards on vacation, and he accepted it immediately.

I found a gold necklace on a park bench and pawned it to pay off my car insurance installment.

I act like I don't care about milestones, but deep down it hurts seeing everyone around me get married and buy homes.

The last time I talked to them was three years ago and I never found a way to reconnect.

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

My neighbor brags that her daughter got into an Ivy League on merit. Her husband paid $80k to a "college consultant" who forged her entire volunteer transcript.

My sibling got the house and family inheritance, while I got a box of old photo albums and a fake apology.

I spend hours reading Wikipedia articles about plane crashes and disaster investigations late at night.

I deliberately leave my office door open when my crush walks down the hallway so I can catch his eye in the glass reflection.

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.