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it’s easy to be your friend because I love you

My dad died on Valentine’s Day from a cancer in his brain that he fought for a year and a half.  I’ll talk about that more one day, but what I want to say now comes from the buildup and the fallout. What I want to say is not about the suffering and turmoil that I watched my dad and my family experience for that year and a half, or the milestones we hit every day that I never mentioned, like the last day he had ice cream or went outside. I want to talk about him and I will. But today, I want to talk about the aftermath. People don’t know what to say about death and dying. They tell you they’re sorry and they could never do what you’re doing, they tell you how strong you are and graceful you’re being, admire how you’re “back to work” or “still able to have fun”. Grievers are told time and time again, nobody knows what the right thing to say is. And we have grace. Giggle it off and nod our heads, tell them thank you and it’s okay. Because it is okay. They aren’t doing anything wrong t...

jealousy doesn't look good on you

WARNING: you might feel attacked by this post.

So like I said, it’s okay to follow a trend.

You can read about it in one of my older posts if you don’t know what I’m talking about (shameless plug).

H O W E V E R

Doing exactly something that someone else is doing is not only weird but quite frankly annoying.

I was stalking my own Instagram the other day (shut up you do it too) and I had a few realizations. The first was: DAMN I post way too much. The second was that one of my ‘friends’ stopped liking my pictures after I posted my blog called Bad People.

I would be offended but I’m honestly pretty sure they’re just kinda butt hurt that I decided to call them on their sh—

Nevermind.

Well boo-hoo, meanie. Because I had another realization too.

Every time I post, they post. And every time I do something different, they do too. When I would make new friends, they told those new friends “good luck.” They even got their significant other to unfollow! Oh no! I’m devastated!

I also realized that some people are so incredibly jealous of other people’s lives that they keep track of the captions on their pictures and... and then they caption their own pictures to be a version of it or a petty comeback.

LET ME REPHRASE SO YOU UNDERSTAND.

There’s people who make a WHOLE POST just so they can make the caption petty....like I’m sorry....your life must be so....dull....

It’s like, do you just sit in bed at night and think “how can I make sure they know I don’t like them?” Because for me, it’s thinking about whether I want popcorn or chips.

Aaaaanyways.

I thought about all the people who’ve got nothing better to do than to just obsess over others, just to be mad.

And then came the FIFTH realization of the self-stalking-Instagram-moment:

I AM A HYPOCRITE.

I was guilty of trying to keep up with the drama. Keep tabs on who was liking my posts, and who deserved my likes back.

So I stopped.

It’s that easy. I just unfollowed them. Stopped answering texts. Stopped telling them my exciting news. I was giving them exactly what they wanted and they honestly didn’t deserve my attention.

I realized that if I’m gonna give them as much attention as they’re so desperately giving me, I’d be just as weird as them.

Instead, I decided to take is a compliment. So upset about my selfie that you have to post your own five seconds later? That’s fine, cutie. You liked my idea? Good! You can have it! You want to live the life I’ve already lived??? That’s fine, too. I’m on to bigger and better things, sister!

What I’m saying is that people who copy you are either so mad that their brain literally implodes and is unable to come up with original ideas, or they’re just jealous.

Probably the latter.

And you’ve gotta give them credit, it takes a lot of time to follow in someone else’s exact path. It takes a lot of energy to be consistently jealous of someone.

Hunny, don’t you get tired of wondering what I’m up to?

If you copy someone, just give them some creds. Tell them you love what they were doing so much that you just had to do it too. Or don’t, and risk being offended by every word I wrote above.

P.S. I see you. It’s okay. I understand how boring it must get doing nothing with your life. 




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