Get a Life
I love that people actually engage. Comments, weird emails with photos, real responses—that’s the whole point. Most of you get it. You read, you respond, maybe you disagree, and there’s an actual exchange there. That’s why I do this.
But then there’s the subset that doesn’t understand where the line is. The person messaging daily, sometimes multiple times. The one who found your exes on Facebook and added them trying to work their way closer. Skype requests at 3 AM like they’re checking if you’re online yet. The frequency that stops being flattering somewhere around message fifty and starts feeling like actual stalking. I’ve had enough of these people show up that I’m just going to say it: get a life. Seriously. Find something that matters to you that isn’t me.
I’m not trying to be mean. I’m just being honest. These people have built a relationship with a version of me that doesn’t exist. They read something real and somewhere decided that means they know me, that I owe them access because my voice felt intimate. But there’s a world of difference between being moved by what someone writes and thinking you own a piece of that person’s time. One is being a reader. The other is a problem.
So here’s how it works: engage, absolutely. Read and think and argue. But respect the fact that I’m a real person with a real life that exists separately from this. That boundary isn’t about being cold. It’s just the difference between connection and obsession. Most people see it clearly. Some don’t.