"Added someone on LinkedIn you have never met just for the number"
Your network is now 847 strangers and your college roommate who you also don't talk to.
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"Ghosted the group chat for 90 days"
You returned with "lol so busy" and expected a parade. There was no parade.
"Left someone on read for 6 hours, then liked their message"
You were there. You were always there. The "like" is a confession.
"Screen-recorded a story to screenshot it"
You constructed an elaborate multi-step workaround to defeat a single privacy feature. Respect. And shame.
"Sent "haha" with zero sincerity"
Haha. You didn't even haha. You just typed the letters "haha" like a sociopath.
"Used a selfie from 2019 as your profile picture"
That person is gone. We have moved on. Please update your photograph.
"Typed "..." and then sent nothing"
You raised hopes. You dashed them. You are a tease and a menace.
"Opened a message and responded 11 days later with "just saw this!""
You saw it. We both know you saw it. The algorithm knows you saw it.
"Posted a vague-sadness status and replied "I'm fine" to every concerned comment"
You cast the line. You rejected every fish. You were not fine.
"Shared a meme to someone who sent you that exact meme last week"
The circle of digital life has consumed you.
"Sent a voice note longer than 3 minutes"
You had a podcast. You gave it to one person. They did not subscribe.
"Watched the first 4 seconds of a video then scrolled"
You gave it the barest possible chance, then abandoned it like a half-read menu.