My Colleague’s Strange Behavior Is Giving Me Bad Vibes
I started a new job about eight months ago and, like most people, I tried to blend in. I took the “office social butterfly” approach: start a conversation, ask about hobbies, share the latest cat meme. I met a girl—let’s call her Mia—and she turned into my unofficial office buddy. Then we recruited two other guys, and soon the lunch break turned into a quartet of awkward silences and questionable snack choices.
In the beginning, Mia was a mystery wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a suspiciously boring phone. She didn’t want to sit with my two male colleagues because, in her mind, they were “boring.” I offered her a seat anywhere, and she dutifully claimed “it doesn’t matter, I’ll sit wherever you sit.” The irony? She was the real boring one, spending 75% of her break scrolling through TikTok while pretending to be “in the moment.”
Fast forward to the small drama and tiny lies that made my coffee taste like burnt sugar:
- Wrong birthdays.
- Fictitious wedding details.
- Lies about her sister’s age.
She’d sprinkle these deceptions into conversations like a seasoned chef seasoning a dish with the wrong amount of salt. If you’re going to lie about the smallest things, you might as well start with the big ones.
Mia’s “home life” stories were a sitcom in themselves: a 28‑year‑old who claims her mom still cooks, combs her hair twice a day, and does all her housework (while she’s supposedly “getting married soon”). I’d half‑expect a sequel where she reveals she’s actually a secret superhero living in a basement.
When my colleague tried to include her, Mia would respond with a short answer, then drop a “Yeah, what else?” as if the conversation was a game of Would You Rather?—but she was the one asking the question. She wanted the closeness, but not the effort. She’d ask for the deepest secrets, yet refused to share any of her own.
And the most heartbreaking? I cried at work over something that happened. Mia saw me, didn’t come over, didn’t ask what was wrong, didn’t offer a shoulder. Yet she later bragged about how “we’re all such close friends.” Classic pick‑and‑choose friend vibes: you’re there when it suits her, but you’re just a garnish on the table when you need it.
Bottom line: I’ve never met someone who behaves like a haunted doll that suddenly got a voice and a phone. I trust my gut, and it’s telling me that this is a toxic relationship in disguise. I’d keep her at arm’s length—maybe even at a safe distance—just to avoid the next drama episode.
This girl has the vibes of a haunted doll that got a chance to go be a real person. Disengage.
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Enjoy the weirdness of it all!
Trust your gut
Yeah she gives off that weird pick‑and‑choose friend energy. Super into the “we’re all close” aesthetic but none of the actual effort. I’d keep her at arm’s length honestly. People who lie about tiny stuff usually lie about big stuff too.
TL;DR: If your colleague can’t handle a simple truth, maybe it’s time to find a new office.