Currently listening to: Rocketeer – Far East movement feat. Ryan Tedder
Here we goCome with meThere’s a world out there that we should seeTake my handClose your eyesWith you right here, I’m a rocketeer
Have you ever had to block someone?
Prompt snagged from: TCMC
A little disclaimer: I’d like to preface this by saying—I am not the best at communicating via text, DM, or email. Not because I don’t care, not because I’m ignoring people, but simply because… I’ll get to it when I get to it like when there’s a lull in my schedule, I’m on break, after my shift, or whenever.
Notifications? I hate them. The constant buzzing, the little red dots, the never-ending stream of messages popping up on my screen—it’s distracting. It pulls me away from what I’m doing, disrupts my focus, and honestly? It stresses me out.
It’s not personal. It’s just how I operate. It drives my friends and family crazy but that’s just how it is, especially when I’m working.
On my block list:
For me, it’s never my first choice. I’d rather let things fade, let life take its course, and allow distance to do its quiet work. But sometimes? Blocking is the only way to really shut slam the door.
- Zaddy… I thought we could part ways cordially and respectfully. That there was some type of mutual understanding since we were no longer physically together. But then he blocked me without any warning. That stung. Not only did I feel deeply hurt and betrayed but I also felt like he got the last word. Like he had the final say in erasing me from his world. Then, months later, like a ghost from the past, his last DM resurfaced in my primary inbox. And in that moment, I knew that he unblocked me. That’s when I made my decision. Even though I missed him, I blocked him on all social media and text messages. Call it petty, but part of my thought process was, “You left me. I’ll be damned if I let you leave me virtually too.”
- Not gonna lie, every now and then I think about unblocking him but then the thought of him blocking me again prevents me from doing so.
- annoying guy I dated for a minute. And no, we were never sexual at all. He had this habit of popping up every now and then, just enough to remind me that he still existed. He would make half-hearted attempts at small talk, testing the waters. I entertained it for a while out of politeness, out of habit. But then I realized: I don’t owe him space in my. life. So, I put the kibosh on that real quick. Block.
- As for the rest of my exes? No need. Most of them disappeared into the ether on their own. No drama, no need for boundaries—just the quiet understanding that we were done. All except one, who still lingers, but in a way that doesn’t require me to take action. He’s been with his long-time girlfriend and I’m genuinely happy for him.
- And then there are the spammers. Good Lord. The endless DMs about “collaborations,” the bots promising to boost my follower count, the shady accounts with no profile picture trying to slide into my inbox. What the fuck ever.
I just want to exist in my own space, without the noise, without the distractions, without the unnecessary energy.
And if blocking helps me do that? Then so be it.
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