- You feel closer to people after a good Facebook stalking sesh than you do after meeting them in real life.
- You already know the face, name, and one fun fact of every single PNM who walks into your house during rush.
- You pretend not to know things about people so they don’t figure out the extent of your creepiness.
- Helping your sisters stalk the guys they met in the bar last night is a normal pastime for you.
- You can literally find anyone on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. There’s not an alias on Earth that could stump you.
- You don’t even need names to find people on Facebook anymore.
- You knew about the Google reverse image search long before Nev did.
- You use hashtags to find individual profiles on Instagram. “Hmm…I feel like Mike would hashtag something like this…”
- The euphoric high you get after finding gossip on someone’s Facebook cannot be matched by anything on Earth.
- You get seriously angry when someone has tight privacy settings.
- You know you weren’t invited somewhere because of the photos on Instagram. Ha. Who are we kidding? This never happens.
- Shutting down your social media accounts during recruitment is easily the darkest week of your life.
- You pretty much know exactly when your friends are going to be on Facebook.
- You comment on pictures of your crush on a mutual friend’s page hoping that he will see your gorgeous profile picture and friend you. And then marry you.
- You know all of your sisters’ friends from home even though you’ve never met any of them in person.
- You’ve friended people from a friend’s account after he or she blocked you just so you could continue stalking.
- You’re not even fazed by relationship status changes anymore. You already realized the relationship was over after she untagged all of her pictures with him.
- Blocking you only makes you stronger. And crazier.
- You were voted “Most likely to be caught Facebook stalking” at your sorority’s formal. Or maybe that was just me.
- You’re not ashamed of any of this. Not even a little bit.
Stalk on and stalk hard, darlings.