Currently listening to: Gimme More – Britney Spears
Every time they turn the lights down
Just wanna go that extra mile for you (you)
Public display of affection (ah-ah-ah)
Feels like no one else in the room (but you)
I used to share a lot more about the things that I’m doing or what I recently purchased or was gifted on my IG (instagram) but I stopped doing that for the most part. I have interesting friends. They see me as competition, they are nosey and ask where I went for this or that, who I was with, and what not.
I’m behind in posting on my IG stories and when I do, it’s probably from a month ago. Sad to say, I’m more up-to-date on this blog where I’m scrutinized less. They (my rl friends) stopped reading this blog because it lacked the sexy and offensive smut and drama that they were accustomed to on my previous blog.
Example 1: On my stories, I had a pic of my lunch. It was basic, a breakfast sandwich with fries. Krystiana was examining the photo and trying to figure out who I was eating with, till she saw her own tumbler in the background. She dm’d me and told me that she spent the last five minutes trying to see who I was with because she was feeling slightly jealous till she realized it was her. SMH.
Example 2: A few months ago, I mentioned to Isabella that I wanted a Labubu. She asked me what it was and when I explained it to her, she gave me a disapproving look as to say, “Really? How old are you?” And today, I saw on her stories that she bought three Labubu’s and placed them on her fireplace mantel. I “liked” her story and made a mental note to edit what I say to her in the future. I’m over the Labubu phase but still. She also likes to throw it in my face that I make more money than her. Yes, but I also work more than she does and she is terrible with her money. I send her links to jobs but she ignores them. I tell her about high yield savings accounts but she says that she has no money because she bought her man a Louis Vuitton bag and they went on Holiday to Maui and stayed at the Four Seasons.
This is why I only have a handful of female friends. I don’t want to do this friendly rivalry or participate in this “game”. Only person I’m competing against is myself. I want to do more and be better than the previous year. I like what I like. Some people may questions my style and personal choices but does it matter if it makes me happy and I’m not hurting anyone? Men don’t care about this sort of shit, do they?
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