The Group Mom

No plan survives without you. Nobody says thank you.

Every functioning friend group runs on one unpaid project manager. It's you.

You turn 'we should hang out' from a lie into a calendar event. You chase RSVPs like unpaid debts. You know everyone's allergies, everyone's exam dates, and which two people cannot sit next to each other right now.

The record shows:

• the poll: you
• the booking: you
• the reminder the day before: you
• the headcount, revised twice: also you

If you ever went on strike, this group would not see each other again until somebody's wedding.

Fatal flaw: You have said 'it's fine, I'll just do it' with the quiet resentment of a medieval peasant.