Why I'm The Dropped Facebook Friend. Why People Ghost!

2022 Simple Advice: Btw, When People Ghost, Respect The Dead. Don't Bother Them Again

A few notes:

The air conditioner decided to come on. Shit happens.

Liquor started to take over and few of the words didn't wanna come out right.

Someone tried to call. You see my long nails.

Shit happens and I kept going anyways.

Why People Ghost.

1.Different Paths. Sometimes when you go through life you go in different directions. Sometimes you will find that your married friends don't want to hang out with you anymore. Even the ones you got major history with. Sad but true.

2. Some people hate to see you do well. Some people stay on your social media to watch you fall on your face. Instead of rooting for your success they secretly hating on you. Misery loves company! It's not your problem that your successes makes them feel small. That's something they need to work out on their own journey. Appreciate your own gifts and quit focusing on everyone elses.

3. As a black (multiracial person), I suspect some of it is people have this idea on what they think I should be (based on stereotypes and preconceived notions). Instead of appreciating me for me, they wanted me to stay in a box to make them more comfortable. I was told "cultural differences" may make some people uncomfortable around me and unable to expand their horizons but I still questioned why can't people see me as a human being? It didn't come out this way in this video because of alcohol lmfao. But you get the drift. When I exceeded their expectations they just wasn't sure how to handle me. How about be happy for someone and going on about your business? Just a thought.

4. Being the only child growing up I don't like jealousy, gossip queens and back stabbers. When it boils down to it, I rather be alone and find the right people then have toxic friends. If I see this kind of behavior I'm out. I don't have time for that shit.

Originally posted: June 16th, 2020

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