As a child, I spent time attempting to determine who could flourish more readily and who required more care. I regarded my friendships in the highest regard and had worked hard to earn them.
I also thought of myself as a lady of discernment. Someone who took pleasure in having a full and well screened adult network. Nevertheless,
I was still ghosted in spite of everything. It’s incredible how someone you once knew well may turn into a random stranger you see on the street.
We would continue to interact virtually, but she would just be another harmless tweet or aesthetically pleasing Instagram photo to peruse.
And someone you used to spend a lot of time with in real life turns into just another arbitrary image on your page. I used to overanalyze situations, wondering what .
I could have done or if things might have turned out differently. However, by this time, I had established a rigorous and low bar for what I would put up with.
