There's something deeply unsettling yet oddly intimate about watching your cursor become possessed by another human being. You're just sitting there, hands hovering uselessly over your keyboard like a ghost, while the IT guy's cursor glides across YOUR screen with the confidence of someone who knows exactly where all your folders are. It's like having someone else drive your car while you sit in the driver's seat—technically you're still there, but you've surrendered all control to the universe. The sheer vulnerability of it all! They're navigating through your desktop, opening your command prompt, typing commands faster than you can read them, and you're just... watching. Powerless. Hoping they don't accidentally stumble upon that folder named "definitely_not_memes" that's 47GB for some reason. It's the digital equivalent of someone feeding you soup—technically helpful, but also weirdly personal and slightly embarrassing.