Welcome back, everyone. Grab a coffee, a tea, or whatever beverage helps you tolerate the general public today.
Let’s talk about a meme I saw recently that resonated with me on a spiritual level. It simply said: “i ignore bitches cause im insane fr and idk who you hoes be feeling like.” It’s poetry, honestly. Hang it in the Louvre.
If you’ve been hanging around here for a while, you know I try to keep it real. And the reality right now? My social battery isn’t just low; it’s practically detached from the motherboard. We live in a world where everyone expects 24/7 access to us, and I have officially opted out. Here is a deep dive into why leaving people on read is occasionally the highest form of self-care.
Let’s unpack the first half of this masterpiece. “I ignore [people] cause im insane fr.”
When I say “insane,” I don’t mean it in a clinical sense. I mean my brain currently has 47 tabs open, the browser is frozen, and there is a faint sound of accordion music playing from a tab I cannot locate. Life is loud. Between work, trying to remember to drink water, keeping my plants barely alive, and the general existential dread of navigating adulthood, my bandwidth is completely tapped.
Sometimes, a notification lights up my phone, and I just look at it like it’s a mildly offensive alien artifact. It’s not that I hate the person texting me (usually). It’s just that forming a coherent, polite sentence requires a level of cognitive function that I have temporarily misplaced.
If I ignore you, please know it is out of a desperate need for self-preservation. If I engage when my internal chaos is at a 10, I might accidentally respond to “Hey, how’s your Tuesday?” with a deeply philosophical rant about why the concept of time is a scam. Nobody wants that. I am saving us both.
Now, let’s talk about the second half. The audacity. The sheer, unadulterated nerve of some people’s energy.
Have you ever opened a message from someone and immediately felt exhausted by the vibe they are bringing to your peaceful Tuesday afternoon? I’m talking about the energy vampires. The people who hit you with:
• The Vague Crisis: “Call me IMMEDIATELY, it’s an emergency.” (Spoiler: The emergency is that their favorite coffee shop ran out of oat milk).
• The Emotional Dump: A 14-minute voice note dropped right in the middle of your workday, requiring you to play therapist to a situation they caused.
• The Entitled Demand: “Hey, I saw you read my message 4 minutes ago, why aren’t you answering?”
Listen. I don’t know who some of you feel like you are, but the Main Character energy is entirely too high for my current state of being. You cannot just waltz into my digital space demanding my time, my emotional labor, or my attention without a reservation. And right now? The restaurant is fully booked. The kitchen is closed. The chef has gone home to watch reality TV in sweatpants.
We need to normalize taking a step back without feeling guilty about it. Ignoring the noise isn’t about being mean; it’s about setting a boundary.
If protecting my peace makes me the villain in someone else’s story because I didn’t reply to their passive-aggressive TikTok DM fast enough, then hand me a cape. I will wear it proudly.
So, to my fellow tired, overstimulated, “insane fr” people reading this: Put the phone on Do Not Disturb. You do not owe anyone immediate access to your brain space. You are allowed to retreat, recharge, and ignore the chaos until you actually have the energy to deal with it.
Until next time, stay sane out there. Or don’t. I’m certainly not.
— Tina