Today’s lesson is on: GHOSTING.
1. the bitch-ass act of nearly every ex-boyfriend or “I thought we had something,” hookup.
These fuckboys keep ghosting me.
POOF. Right into thin air…
Why, you ask? Because they simply couldn’t suck it up, grow a pair of balls, and admit that they couldn’t be the man you needed them to be. Whoever decided it was a good idea to just fall off the face of the Earth should, well… fall off the face of the fuckin Earth.
It is so disheartening—such a bitch move—to not have enough respect for someone you once shared something so special with, to have the decency to explain to them where you’re coming from, and your lack of meeting their standards.
Or let’s say it was just a hookup. Well, NEWSFLASH—that lack of chemistry you felt? She probably felt it too. Felt like you didn’t have enough in common? Enough to talk about? Yea, so did she. But chances are, if you’re the only one she had in her pipeline, she’ll still drunk text you or hit you up when she’s feeling bored and wants some attention. So text her the fuck back and play along, or tell her you’re not feeling it. Just don’t ignore.
Because what it can do to a woman is horrible—laying in bed countless nights, wondering where he is, who he’s with, if he’s thinking about you too… Your mind just lets the idea of him fester, until he consumes your thoughts, because he has become this mystery—a giant question mark.One day you were talking, the next, POOF. No one deserves to be ghosted. It is a childish, pathetic way to handle not wanting to have an honest conversation. But, after all, anyone who ghosts you clearly just didn’t respect you like you deserve to be to begin with.