Adios pendejos
I’ve been able to ignore trolls for months and years on end.
I normally don’t announce it. I just check out and enjoy my life.
And when a message somehow makes its way to me, I just mark it as spam and move on.
It is “Actually Romantic” how many of you will create fake email addresses and get burner phones with new numbers to:
A) see what I’m up to and
B) use those as an Ouija board to reach me.
With this Harvest Moon, you’re all dead to me.
Don’t come back on Day of the Dead.
Ain’t nobody here got you on their ofrenda.
I was just talking with someone about “Charli” — who will go post a screed about how she doesn’t talk to anyone about me.
Yet the Venn diagram of people who like/comment on her posts and who also follow me — that I’ve had to block on multiple platforms — is a goddamn circle.
Anyway, I was saying how free I feel. And how she’ll still be combing my blog for hints that I’m thinking about her.
And she’ll be going back and re-reading all my posts to see how I edited them.
Hint: I JUST EDITED ONE OF THOSE POSTS MUAHAHAHAHHAAHHAH.
I imagine they’re twitching and aching for my attention while I’m just over here feeling UNBURDENED for the first time in a long time.
I admit, I wanted to see them heal. I figured it would happen eventually.
But it seems this hope made me as delusional as them.
Adios, pendejos.