Late-Night Social Media Fiasco

Last night, I was scrolling Instagram at 2 a.m., half-asleep, eating leftover

pizza. My thumb slipped and I accidentally double-tapped a photo of my ex.

Not just any photo—it was new. Perfect lighting, perfect smile, basically Instagram-level

perfection. And now, apparently, I’m officially “stalking” them because likes

are instantaneous. I panic and try to unlike it. Phone lags. Seconds feel like

hours. I imagine my ex seeing it, thinking: “Wow, look who’s creeping

after three years!” Then their friend comments: “Haha wow, look who showed

up!” I die inside. I text my roommate frantic explanations: “It was an accident! Not stalking!” He