You are.

You are watching Fight Club, the second time.

You are a brand new bag of chips filled over 60% capacity.

You are a bowl of vanilla ice cream with peanut butter sauce on a rainy Saturday night while watching a scary movie.

You are bragging about running three days in a row.

You are 12:20 p.m. green curry from Malakor, and only Malakor.

You are crying when Joel lies to Ellie.

You are when someone picks up the phone on the first two rings.

You are broken-in shoes with brand new breathable socks.

You are the opening to Ultralight Beam.

You are hitting fast-forward on a podcast and stopping at the exact moment the commercials end.

You are a fleece blanket right out of the dryer.

You are that scene in The Godfather when Don Corleone tells Tom Hagen “Consigliere of mine, I think you should tell your Don what everyone seems to know.”

You are getting the check at a restaurant and writing in the right number of cents on the tip so that the total is a whole number.

You are book 2 of The Expanse series, especially the Avasarala chapters, in fact, only the Avasarala chapters.

You are getting three answers right in a row while watching Jeopardy.

You are being liked by a dog you don’t own.

You are remembering all the lyrics to a song you haven’t heard in years.

You are a graphic t-shirt with a reference only like three people get.

You are the first burp after drinking an entire carbonated beverage.

You are playing Pandora while at the gym and Middle Child, Backseat Freestyle, and Congratulations, come on back, to back, to back. No commercials.

You are an afternoon nap in a day I have nothing to do.

You are guessing with confidence and being right and everyone thinking you knew the answer all along.

You are a GIF of Michael Jackson eating popcorn in the music video for Thriller.

You are making three people laugh hysterically while making two very uncomfortable.

You are a hug, not a handshake.

You are going to the movie theater on Sunday at 2:00 p.m.

You are not getting up early during a weekday.

You are when the elevator doesn’t stop all the way down to the bottom floor.

You are all the things I like.