Every room is a panic room if someone farts.

I just start doing the Macarena when I want to end conversations now.

Proudly doing my part to cause the male loneliness epidemic.

99% of celebrating your birthday as an adult just consists of texting back “thanks so much”.

Being friends with introverts is hard sometimes. Did they die? Are they just recharging? Are they Batman now? The suspense is killing me.

I’m not actively avoiding you. I don’t actively do anything.

Getting older means talking to less people and complaining about more people.

I often message people with the weird idea that they’ll message me back.

I don’t like talking to people with an IQ lower than the room temperature.

When I’m at a party, I pretend to be Pac-Man. I eat everything and run away from anyone coming close to me.

That awkward moment when someone keeps watching you while you are eating.

Chugging a woman’s entire drink at the bar and then saying “you’re safe, there is nothing in your drink.”

I don’t push people away, I just do the Macarena.

Me to alien: I, too, try to live among people undetected.

Thinking of becoming the “where’s my hug” guy in prison.

I really want to be nice, but annoying people just won’t let me.

I hate it when I imagine how a conversation will go and then in the actual conversation the person goes off script. That’s not your line, man.