Next time I go anywhere for some r&r, it will truly be a vacation and not just a trip.
No itineraries, no forcing myself to getting up at 8am and no using any device that will disrupt preserving my peace😶🌫️
NOBODY talks about the late 30s to 40s personality shift… where you no longer want to be impressive. You want to be more rested, uninterested, and completely unavailable to anything that’s draining.
@bernardokath This is exactly why your haters are acting the way they are. Keep them guessing your next moves, keep up the great job!! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
People say they want privacy until they meet someone who actually has it.
Not the performative “private” where you still post soft launches, vague captions, story replies, little curated hints so everyone can keep tracking the plot. I mean real privacy. The kind where your life doesn’t come with commentary. Where your phone isn’t a public window. Where your wins, your losses, your relationships, your breakdowns don’t get uploaded as evidence.
people get weird.
You can see the moment their brain hits the wall. They ask a normal question, “so what have you been up to,” and you give them a normal answer that is also a closed door. “Work’s been busy.” “Just been chilling.” “Nothing crazy.” You smile. You move on. And something in them doesn’t relax. Because they weren’t asking for facts. They were asking for access.
A lot of people are not used to not having access.
We live in a time where everyone is constantly narrating themselves. Posting their meals, their heartbreak, their therapy language, their gym progress, their new person, their new home, their new era. Even if they say “I’m private,” they still leak. They drop breadcrumbs on purpose because being fully unseen feels like death to them.
So when you don’t leak, they start filling the silence with stories.
They assume you’re hiding something. They assume you’re lying. They assume you think you’re better than them. They assume you’re judging them. They assume you’re mysterious in a calculated way, like you’re playing chess while they’re making small talk.
Sometimes they even get offended, which is hilarious.
Like your privacy is an insult. Like you owe them transparency to prove you’re “real.” Like you owe the room a plotline so they can orient themselves. And if you don’t give it, they start poking. Testing. Fishing.
“So are you seeing anyone?”
“What happened with that job?”
“Why don’t you post more?”
“Where were you last weekend?”
“Who were you with?”
They try to catch you. Not because they care. Because they’re unsettled by not being able to map you.
This is the part no one says out loud: a lot of people use information as control.
Not evil control. Everyday control. Social control. The kind where if I know what you’re doing, I know where I stand. If I know your relationship status, I know how to treat you. If I know your problems, I know what role to play in your life. If I know your weaknesses, I know how to win an argument later. If I know your plans, I know if you’re leaving me behind.
So when you’re truly private, you remove a tool they rely on.
u become unpredictable in a way that scares them, because they can’t pre-empt you. They can’t manage you. They can’t keep a running tally of your life and compare it to theirs. They can’t decide if they should envy you, pity you, compete with you, flirt with you, ignore you. They have to relate to you in real time, on what you actually say and do, not on the story they’ve been consuming from your feed.
that is rare now. It’s also intimate in a way people don’t expect.
Because if you don’t broadcast, then the only way to know you is to know you.
To ask. To listen. To spend time. To earn the details. To be trusted.
Most people don’t have the patience for that. They want the summary. The highlights. The quick scroll that tells them what category you’re in.
So they get odd. They start guessing.
They’ll call you “mysterious” like it’s either a compliment or a warning. They’ll joke that you’re “secretive” when what they mean is “I can’t track you.” They’ll project motives onto you. They’ll decide you’re arrogant. Or traumatized. Or sneaky. Or having an amazing life and hiding it. Or having a miserable life and hiding it. They’ll pick a narrative and treat it like fact because uncertainty makes them itch.
And sometimes - this is the sharp one - they’ll try to provoke you into revealing yourself.
They’ll say something slightly disrespectful just to see if you react.
Introverts live a very private life. Away. Alone. Observing. Thinking. Learning. They’re never bored alone. But people bore them. Drain them. The small talk, the drama, the masks. It's just too much noise. Too many expectations. Too much blabber with no meaning. That’s why they step away. To breathe. To feel. To reset. To reconnect with themselves. All alone.
After you get married, you’re going to meet ‘better’ people than your spouse. You’re going to meet more good-looking people; kinder and more romantic people; more intelligent and funny people. You will meet people who have in abundance what your partner lacks. The mushy and romanticized idea that your partner will be everything to you, and will satisfy all your needs and wants is idolatry. Contentment in marriage is a virtue not often spoken about.
You must wake up every day appreciating everything your partner is to you, everything they have, their beauty and the things that made you marry them because if you focus on everything they don’t do well, you’ll always meet better people. Protect your heart! See their best part, and always remember that your commitment to marry is more of a duty than it is of mushy feelings. You have to stay committed even on the days you feel your spouse is no longer the best fit for you…
-Buchi