There have been many things in my life worth completely getting tangled up in. So many times, I have damned near lost my fucking mind because of some great love I was falling into, or some sad excuse for love I was falling out of.
This, though? Meh.
It seems that in the attempt to completely banish the Fuckboy 5.0 from my life, I slid too far to the left. In my effort to avoid all things Fuckboy, I let some lame ass lame come laming around doing lame shit. Ugh.
Much like while driving, overcorrection can be just as bad as the original fuck up. Overcorrection can do just as much damage.
All I wanted was a genuine dude. Someone that wasn’t a complete and total asshole, someone that wasn’t going to do everything that everyone else had. I don’t actually know why I still think that’s a possibility. It isn’t.
You know, I’m not out here with my Inspector Gadget trench coat just magnifying glassing my ass around at these dudes. I’m in my own lane. I’m trying to be cool and stay to my damned self.
I’m just going to have to immediately block people, even in real life. Like, if I run across you somewhere, believe me, you’re getting blocked the same standing in my face as I would if you were trying to slide into the DM’s. It’s that fucking serious now.
I’m going back to that thing I do where I lose myself in my work. Because, as I have told you time and time again, money has never broken my heart. It’s the absolute truth when I tell you I stay 100% cool with the bread.
However, to all of y’all, Fuckboys and Swear To God, I’m Not A Fuckboy…Don’t fucking pop up. Not in real life, not in some inbox. Just leave me the fuck alone.