Dear The NurseWanderer,
You did not know how the game started exactly. But you knew you are in a game called ‘I Don’t Care You, I Care My Sh*t’. And honey, it’s been your game since 2012. You will shut down yourself from everything, and everyone. You will not answer any communication from anyone even if it’s an emergency case. It’s like you ‘re repressing your humanity.
If you want to be in that game, I won’t give a sermon, so let’s talk about the now.
For more than a week, your Facebook account is not active. Week before you decided to abstain from FB, you deleted your posts from the first six months of 2016. They did not have more likes and boring were your reasons. Your last message thru Messenger was with your sister, telling her about the dried she should deliver to your friend’s mom. You hit ‘Unfollow’ to all your friends so their posts won’t appear on your timeline. Why did all these? Because you just want to?
Two weeks ago, in the flat where you live with your colleagues/ friend, you activated the game. You are not talking to old LadyBug, who was an obsolete dumb bitch; and to your so called UglyBitch friend. LadyBug sold you to be a nanny. I know it’s againts your views but maybe she just wany to help. Or she’s just being old and foggy again so I know you disregard her existence when you see her. Then about your UglyBitch friend. She is your friend, or should I use ‘was’? You shut your mouth after she walked out on you, and you were dismayed by her attitude. I know you were pissed when you mouthed honest words about her love affair. Who wouldn’t be disgusted to talk to someone who’s busy scribbling on her iPhone while you’re being a true friend?
Six days ago, you heard great words from UglyBitch friend of yours just after taking a bath. I know you wanted to throw that shampoo bottle you were holding, however you refrain from doing so because you are a betch. You went to the bedroom, contemplated your friendship, and decided to move out. You unfriended her in Snapchat, muted her in Twitter, and of course you’re on Facebook abstinence day after. You continued your cold war in the workplace. You dismissed her presence. She’s like an allergen that you put a shield on, avoided the area where she’s at. You heard stories about her attitude from other colleagues, and you refused to deal with their words. She got her shit, you got yours, and you chose to deal with yours.
Today, you decided to write yourself because your mind is in the shore trying to figure out what make you played the game again. So I am hoping by the end of this post, you found what you were seeking.