the older i get, the more i see why it's important to only keep people around who have the same morals, manners, and sense of consideration as you. you reach a certain stage in life, where chaos and disrespect just aren't entertaining anymore...
Being single taught me that I’m not hard to love. I’m just no longer willing to accept inconsistency, bare minimum effort, or connections that leave me anxious. I’d rather be alone than feel alone with someone.
I don’t judge nobody because I know what it’s like to THUG IT OUT IN SILENCE. To wake up drained and still handle your responsibilities. To feel alone around people who swear they love you. To stop opening up because the last time you were vulnerable, somebody used your own words against you. To keep everything bottled up and still walk around like you’re GOOD. 🥴 I’ve been through things I don’t even talk about, but somehow I keep getting up and figuring that shit out. You really never know what somebody is carrying behind that smile. 💯❤️🩹
I don’t play the victim. If I become the villain, I’ll tell you exactly how it happened & why. I own my reactions to disrespect. What I don’t do is pretend things came out of nowhere. I don’t start chaos but I do end cycles! & unlike liars, I stand on what I did & why I did it.
I think there's a quiet kind of wealth in being able to sleep peacefully, wake up with purpose, trust the people around you, and not constantly feel like you're running from your own life.
Growing older has made me less interested in proving that I can tolerate everything. Endurance is useful, but so is knowing when something no longer deserves your energy.
I finally understand what Machiavelli meant when he said, "Never play fair in a game where others cheat." It doesn't mean become evil. It means stop being naive. Stop bringing honesty to people who study manipulation, stop giving access to people who weaponize closeness, and stop expecting clean hands from people who already showed you they'll throw dirt.
Sometimes wisdom is not revenge.
Sometimes wisdom is learning the rules of the room before the room uses your goodness against you.
I love you enough to stop asking you to become what I need, and I love myself enough to stop pretending I do not need it. When you’re younger you might think the goal is to hold onto what you love.
Lack of consideration will make me detach faster than an argument ever could. I’m not reminding you to act like I matter to you. If I have to keep asking, what exactly are we holding onto?
I love hard, but when I’m done, I leave harder. I’ll give you every piece of me until there’s nothing left to give, but once I choose myself, there’s no going back. I don’t beg, chase, or hold on to what no longer serves me. Once I walk away, you no longer have access to me.
I don’t believe I’m hard to love. I believe I’m difficult to love casually. There’s a difference. I ask questions. I pay attention. I value consistency. I want emotional depth, affection, friendship, God, accountability, intimacy + direction. I don’t want somebody who simply enjoys me. I want somebody prepared to participate in what they’re asking to experience. And until then? I’m not sitting around miserable. I have an entire beautiful life to live.
I’m pretty good at managing conflict in real time. I’ll always err on the side of deescalation and diplomacy, first. But if I feel like my calm approach isn’t being respected or reciprocated, ima start speaking a language you understand, and you’re probably not gonna like what I do next.
One skill I’m learning to value more is emotional regulation. Knowing how to stay calm under pressure, sit with uncomfortable feelings, and not let people pull you out of character. Not every feeling needs a reaction. Sometimes the real growth is learning how to pause, process it, and choose how you respond.
I think one of the craziest things about me is how long I can carry emotional pain without anybody noticing. I will still laugh, Still answer texts. Still call. Still show up. Still make people feel loved. All while quietly falling apart in ways nobody thinks to ask about...
Mastering the art of being silent, even when there is a lot to be said is top tier. The best feeling is noticing how uncomfortable people get when they expect a response, and you’re perfectly at peace staying silent. That’s the growth I love the most about myself.
I really think people underestimate how tired you can be from just having too much on your mind.
Not even physically tired.
Just tired of remembering things, handling things, thinking ahead, fixing stuff, making decisions, being needed.
That kind of tired is different. 😮💨