Oh, hello there, my fabulous readers! It’s your favorite storyteller, Tina, back again, ready to dive into the chaotic whirlpool that is human behavior. Buckle up, because today’s saga revolves around the mind-boggling phenomenon of those who strut around proclaiming, “I’m still that girl” or “I’m still that boy.” it’s like watching a dumpster fire unfold—entertaining yet utterly tragic.

Let’s paint a vivid picture, shall we? You know exactly who I’m talking about—those individuals who prance around like they’ve just stepped off a glam magazine cover, loudly declaring they’ve still got it all figured out. Meanwhile, they’re creeping on your every move like some deranged reality TV villain. Seriously, if you’re truly “that girl,” why are you obsessively stalking someone you ghosted ages ago? It’s as if they’ve cast themselves in their own soap opera, and surprise, surprise—you’re the unwitting co-star in this ridiculous drama. It’s laughable, really. You’d think that being “that girl” would mean living life to the fullest, not lurking behind a screen like a digital ninja, tracking down every snippet of someone else’s existence.

Let’s talk about the art of lurking. I’m lounging on my couch, sipping my morning coffee, scrolling through Instagram, when suddenly, BAM! There she is—my old frenemy making her grand re-entrance into my feed like a bad sequel nobody asked for. Cue the dramatic music and the eye rolls! If I had a dollar for every time she adjusted her privacy settings just because I peeked at her profile, I could probably fund an entire island getaway. And how could I possibly overlook her classic move? The infamous blocking-and-unblocking tango! One minute, she’s cutting all digital ties; the next, she’s stalking me through other people’s accounts or, wait for it, her own fake profiles. Yes, you heard that right! She’s concocting some elaborate espionage scheme, complete with animal avatars or sock puppet accounts, all to keep tabs on my life while pretending she’s moved on. Honey, if your stealth operation involves following me through “FluffyTheCat123,” it’s not exactly a covert mission!

Let’s dive deeper into the real definition of being “that girl.” If it means being a homewrecker, sleeping with taken men, and pretending to be the ultimate BFF while plotting betrayal behind someone’s back, then darling, we need a serious rebranding. Just because you can recite a few Bible verses doesn’t mean you’re exempt from the karmic storm brewing on the horizon. The hypocrisy is as thick as a New York fog! It’s like claiming to be a dedicated yogi while sneaking in tacos behind the studio—the audacity! You can’t prance around like a god-fearing saint while simultaneously reigning as the queen of deceit, yet here we are, witnessing this tragicomic spectacle.

What truly cracks me up is how these “queens of chaos” have their entire entourage doing their dirty work for them. If you’re really “that girl,” wouldn’t you confront your own mess instead of hiding behind your friends and family like it’s an Olympic sport? But no, they’d rather play the victim, swathed in a cloak of self-pity, desperate for sympathy. I once had a fleeting thought, “Maybe this person is just lost.” But let’s be real: lost? More like a hamster on a wheel, endlessly spinning in circles, trying to fit in while mimicking everyone else’s life. Newsflash, sweetie: you can’t find your identity by carbon-copying someone else’s existence.

And let’s have a little chat about that so-called “healing process” they flaunt like it’s a trophy. Apparently, it consists of having your entire crew do the dirty work while you sip your overpriced latte, all while pretending to be a changed person. If you’re genuinely on this journey of self-improvement, why are you still tracking my every move? I’ve seen it all—emails read, locations tracked, all while you’re trying to play the good girl at church. It’s a tragic play, and guess what? You’re the star of a really bad drama that even the writers wouldn’t want to take credit for.

What’s even more absurd is the lengths some people will go to maintain their ridiculous façade. I mean, seriously, creating multiple fake accounts just to spy on someone? They think they’re living in a spy thriller, but really, they’re just adding an extra layer of cringe to their existence. One moment, they’re posting selfies of their “perfect life” with their so-called friends, and the next, they’re lurking in the shadows, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of your reality. It’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion—painfully awkward yet oddly fascinating.

Now, here’s the kicker: karma. Oh, sweet, sweet karma. It’s like a boomerang that always comes back around, ready to smack you square in the face. You think your actions don’t have consequences? Just wait until someone decides to play the same game you did, and when that day arrives, I’ll be right here, popcorn in hand, ready to watch the show. Because just like you once inflicted pain and humiliation on me, there will come a time when someone else will serve you a hefty slice of that same pie. I can’t wait to see you on the receiving end of the gossip mill, wondering how it feels when the tables turn.

Let’s talk about the tragic irony of these self-proclaimed “it girls.” They’re the ones who think they’re living their best lives, all while drowning in a sea of their own delusions. They post inspirational quotes about self-love and positivity, but behind the scenes, they’re plotting revenge like it’s a new Netflix series. Honey, when you’re spending more time plotting someone else’s downfall than working on your own glow-up, you’ve got it all wrong. I mean, who has the time to craft elaborate revenge plots when there are brunches to attend and new outfits to flaunt?

And let’s not forget the sheer absurdity of their attempts to appear “busy” and “fulfilled.” They’ll post about their “busy schedules” filled with yoga classes and brunch dates, all while secretly scrolling through your social media like a lovesick puppy. It’s almost adorable how they think they’re fooling anyone. Newsflash: we see you. You think we don’t notice that you’re more invested in our lives than your own? The irony is rich, and honestly, it’s comical. It’s like watching someone try to juggle flaming torches while blindfolded—chaotic, dangerous, and utterly entertaining.

And can we please discuss the ultimate betrayal of friendship? These “that girls” who pretend to be your besties while secretly harboring jealousy and resentment are the real MVPs of this tragic saga. They’ll share your secrets with the world while pretending to be a shoulder to cry on. It’s like a bad rom-com where every plot twist is painfully predictable. Spoiler alert: you’re not fooling anyone, and trust me, when the truth comes out, it’ll be a reality check that hits harder than your last breakup.

What’s even more hilarious is their delusion that they’re somehow above it all. They’ll act like they’re the queens of morality, judging everyone from their flimsy thrones of hypocrisy. Sweetheart, if you’re going to throw shade, at least make sure you’re not standing in a glass house. Your judgmental attitude is laughable when you’ve got your own skeletons dancing in the closet. It’s like watching a cat call out a dog for barking—richly ironic and utterly absurd.

Now, here’s a thought: if you’re going to put so much energy into stalking and pretending to be someone you’re not, why not channel that into something productive? Start a blog, take up painting, or even go volunteer—do something that adds value to your life instead of lurking in the shadows of someone else’s. Embrace your individuality! Discover who you truly are instead of living your life in the rearview mirror.

And let’s not ignore the fact that while you’re busy obsessing over my life, I’m out here thriving. You might be hitting refresh on my social media every five minutes, but honey, I’m making moves and living my best life. You might think you’re pulling the strings, but in reality, you’re just a spectator in my show. It’s almost cute how you think you’re the main character when, in fact, you’re just a background actor who forgot their lines.

Let’s get real for a moment. You think your little schemes and petty drama are going unnoticed? Please. You’re about as subtle as a marching band in a library. Your attempts to play the victim while simultaneously being the villain in someone else’s story are laughable. It’s like watching a toddler throw a tantrum in the candy aisle—everyone sees it, and it’s just plain embarrassing. You’re the one who’s been stirring the pot, but somehow you expect everyone to feel sorry for you when it boils over. Sweetheart, that’s not how it works.

And when the inevitable happens and your web of lies starts to unravel, don’t come crying to me. I’ve got my own life to live, and honestly, watching you implode is the best entertainment I could ask for. You’ll be out here clutching your pearls, wondering why everyone is turning against you, but let’s be real—you’ve built your reputation on betrayal and deceit. It’s a house of cards waiting to collapse, and I can’t wait to grab my popcorn and enjoy the show.

But let’s not forget the way you constantly try to reinvent yourself. One minute you’re rocking the “girl next door” vibe, and the next, you’re trying to channel your inner Kardashian. Honey, we see through the layers of desperation. You can change your hair, your outfits, and your social media bio all you want, but at the end of the day, you’re still the same person who can’t own up to your actions. It’s like putting a fresh coat of paint on a crumbling wall—it’s still a mess underneath.

And while you’re busy curating your “perfect” online persona, let’s talk about that reality check coming your way. Life has a funny way of slapping people back to reality when they get a little too big for their britches. You might think you’re living your best life, but I’m just waiting for the day when the universe pulls the rug out from under you. Because let’s be real, when you’ve spent so much time stepping on others to climb the social ladder, there’s only one way to go—and that’s straight down.

So as I wrap up this little rant, let’s raise a glass (or a coffee mug) to the “that girls” and “that boys” out there. May they eventually stumble their way to genuine happiness instead of hiding behind a façade that even they can’t keep straight. And for the rest of us? Let’s keep living our best lives while they’re busy tracking our every move. After all, the real joy comes from being true to ourselves, not from the chaos of a manufactured identity.

In the end, the world is big enough for all of us to thrive without resorting to petty games and underhanded tactics. So here’s my wish for you: embrace your flaws, celebrate your successes, and don’t let anyone dim your light. Because if you’re going to be “that girl,” at least do it with some grace and authenticity. Cheers to living life unapologetically and leaving the drama for the screen!

So, until next time, remember this: if you’re going to be “that girl,” at least own it with style! Cheers! 🍷✨ Until then, enjoy the show! Trust me, it’s a lot more entertaining from this side.

And remember, darling, while you’re busy playing the victim, I’ll be over here thriving, living my life, and making memories that you can only dream of. So, keep watching, keep lurking, and keep pretending—you’re just giving me more material for my next blog.

And when you finally realize that your time as “that girl” is coming to an end, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because while you were busy chasing shadows and trying to keep up with the latest trends, I was out here crafting my own narrative, one that doesn’t include you. So let’s raise a toast to new beginnings, fresh starts, and leaving behind the faded drama of a past that no longer serves us.

And just remember: when you look in the mirror, the reflection staring back at you should be someone you can be proud of—not a cheap imitation of someone else. So go ahead, keep trying to keep up with the pack, but know that the real winners are out here making waves and living authentically.

Catch you later,
Tina ✌️