The Joy of Missing Out
One thing that really grinds my gears is when people try to guilt-trip me into reconnecting with people that I don’t give a fuck about.
If I cut you off, it was definitely for a reason, and I’m not looking back.
For some reason, people can’t seem to mind their business when it comes to others’ interpersonal relationships, and those people just better be grateful that I have self-control.
A reoccurring question I always get is:
“What about all that lost time? You’re missing out on ______.”
Have you heard that before? Or something similar? It irks my nerves, man.
I don’t care what I’m missing out on; if I wanted to be around, I would.
Don’t let people guilt you into reconnecting with horrible people.
I don’t care how many invites you get. I don’t care how many calls you get. I don’t care how many times they delete their profiles and create new ones just to reach out to you after you block them. Don’t give in.
The moment you grant them access to you is the moment your life will be hell all over again.
Honestly, you might wanna consider cutting off mutuals, too. Cut off all roads leading to you or you’ll never have peace.
And I get it: sometimes it’s tempting to reconnect because there’s a slight chance that they could’ve changed. The compassion in you wants to see the best and believe the best in everyone, and you want to give them the benefit of the doubt. After all, nobody’s perfect — we all fall short of the glory… And that’s your weakness. You’re always open to giving another chance because you’d want someone to do the same for you if you fucked up.
From one compassionate heart to another — LET THAT SHIT GO! THEY’RE USING YOU! THEY’RE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU! THEY TAKE YOUR KINDNESS FOR WEAKNESS! THEY DON’T RESPECT YOU! THEY DON’T DESERVE YOU! DO NOT RESPOND. LEAVE THEM ON SEEN! LEAVE THEM ON READ. DON’T ACCEPT ANY INVITATION! FUCK THEM!
I mean, what if you did go? What if you were there? You’d regret every second being around those people and wish you would’ve stayed home. It’s the same song and dance, per usual, and you’ll be angry for wasting your time — time you can’t get back. You’ll be kicking yourself for giving into nostalgia or whatever romanticized version of your relationship with these people that you can’t seem to let go of.
Wouldn’t you rather be doing something else?
So I wouldn’t worry so much about it if I were you ‘cause in the grander scheme of things, you ain’t missin’ anything.