Blocking people from…on my phone… my social media… [deep breath] It is NEVER easy. But, some people just insist on bringing stress and drama into my life. I have shit [ie: PERSONAL SHIT] going on in my life that sometimes evolves into drama [ie: FAMILY DRAMA], so when people…people that I know AND people that I *don’t* know…insist on pushing, pressuring, prodding and sometimes mocking, ridiculing, belittling, bullying. I don’t even know what to call it.
How about this: Getting on my god damn nerves.
I don’t know. I normally look out for bullshit coming from a distance, so I can’t that shit early and either a.) address it or b.) BLOCK and move on with my life *before* it gets heated and BEFORE it starts to fester. Those of you who know me…and I mean know me WELL…know that I do have a temper and I keep it well buried. It’s the reason I don’t have a driver’s license and it’s the reason I don’t own a firearm.
Continuing [after taking MANY deep breaths], I have not deleted all of my social media because I *like* twitter, A LOT!!! Probably TOO MUCH, LOL!!! And Instagram is all right. I originally started my Instagram when I was traveling a LOT to kind of “bring all of my followers with me as I criss-crossed the country!” And Tumblr… Well… You know what happened there. I removed my WILDLY POPULAR Tumblr page because it got tedious…tiring and just WEIRD.
And that’s where I’m at, now.
I am asking.
I am begging.
I am PLEADING: DON’T BE WEIRD and DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE. I’m a nice guy. I know, I know, it sounds like I’m bragging. Just tooting my own horn. Well, it’s the truth. I am. People DM me. I return DMs. If they get weird, I *might* say something. NICE. Like, nicely put. If you don’t pick up on that? BLOCKED.
[really deep breath]
I was not sure if I should even address this whole thing *here* but, you know what??? Yea. I should.
If you do not know me and decide to DM me, be cool about it. You know. Be a really cool cat. Don’t be an asshole or creepy. If you know me and you have a problem with me? Kindly address the problem. We can talk it out. That texting back and forth with all the woo woo woo drama, the other night??? It didn’t sit well with me, AT ALL. It ruined my time at a new eatery and made ME feel like a fuckin’ ASSHOLE. And then, it stuck me like lightning today: I am NOT an asshole. I am a victim of miscommunication. That happens. As you (NOT so kindly) put it: “Shit happens.”
Ugh. I hate to be all like I’m beefing and angry. I’m not beefing and I am NOT going to be angry, going forward. I’m not. I’m better than that. YOU are better than that. WE have known each other for many, MANY years. And, yea. I always considered you a friend. Not the *closest* of friends, but a friend, nonetheless. And it always HURTS when you lose a friend. And as I said, the other night. The hurt does NOT come from some kind of financial loss. Regardless of what you may believe (and I know you believe it, because you TOLD me you believe that I am “just like the others”, well) I am NOT “just like the others.”
End of topic.
I just changed my phone number in January, so I will NOT be changing my number again. I apologize to everyone about the rant, but, I do NOT apologize for the clarity that lurks beneath the vitriol, LOL!!! [deep breath] Just had to get shit off mah chest.
(FLASHBACK Friday!!! circa 2008)
(I actually feel a headache coming on and I’m not a huge headache person, so I know I put WAY too much thought into this and expended WAY too much energy.)
I’m out. ✌🏾