stan

Currently listening to: Stan – Eminem feat. Dido

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can’t see at all

The other day, I was cleaning my bathroom, it instantly reminded me of Tae.  He was a major league Stan. We are both particular about cleaning and organization.  Honestly, we started off talking about Kpop and the motherland.  I was friends with his younger brother, Trae, which is how we met.  

Tae became a persistent admirer, often misinterpreting my friendship as a challenge to win my affection. He believed buying things for me would change my feelings, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.  I could buy my own shit.  I didn’t need anyone buying me anything. 

I eventually had to stop talking to him because he was making me hella uneasy.  His advances were too forward.  He wanted to know what I was doing at all times.  Who I was talking to, where I was going, and who I was with.  What in the actual fuck?  Back the hell up.  We’re not even dating, bruh.  The machismo or whatever he was trying to do was too extreme for me.  For the most part, I don’t like being told what to do…and I wasn’t about to do anything he wanted me to do.  Fuck him and fuck that.  Just because I’m quiet and an introvert doesn’t mean that I’m a pushover.  I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to do.

Since I blocked Tae, it became awkward for me and Trae to be friends because his brother would constantly run interference.  That hurt because we were friends for so many years before this debacle.  Unfortunately, it was collateral damage…