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You Can’t Ghost Me If I Was Already Done: Detachment Is My Love Language
Here’s the thing about me: you can’t ghost someone who already walked away in their mind. You might think you’re leaving me in the dust, but baby, I’ve been out the door, coat on, Uber ordered, already choosing a new playlist for the road.
Detachment isn’t coldness. It’s clarity. It’s knowing exactly where you stand in a situation and choosing not to waste any more time in it. While some people are busy playing games and pretending to not see the writing on the wall, I’m over here reading it aloud, then turning the page to the next chapter. In peace.
Ghosting implies there was ever a “connection” to begin with. Me? I’ve been ghosting people mentally for years. I’m the queen of “out of sight, out of mind” because once I’m done with you emotionally, it’s a wrap. You think I’m still invested? You think I’m over here wondering why you haven’t texted back? Please. I’m already on to bigger and better things — like binge-watching documentaries about ancient civilizations because at least they’re not giving me mixed signals.
If I’m done, I’m done. And it’s not because you did anything in particular — it’s just that you reached the “meh” point where I realized this situation is doing nothing for me. And instead of dragging it out like a poorly scripted reality TV show, I just…
