There comes a point where the switch just flips. Where the noise stops mattering, the whispers lose their power, and the people who swear they’re “over it” somehow can’t keep my name out of their mouths. Cute. Truly adorable. But let me be very clear today:
- Don’t. Care.
Say whatever you want. Spin whatever story makes you feel taller. Pretend you’re thriving so hard that you need to bring me up just to feel the high. Congratulations, I guess. If being “better” than me is your personality trait, then enjoy it. Frame it. Put it on a T‑shirt. Wear it every day. I still don’t care.
Because here’s the truth: I’m not competing with you. I’m not watching you. I’m not measuring my life against yours like some weird emotional yardstick. I’m busy living. Healing. Growing. Building things that actually matter. You can keep performing for whatever imaginary audience you think is cheering you on. I’m not in the crowd.
And if my existence bothers you that much? If my name tastes so good you can’t stop repeating it? That sounds like a you problem. A loud one. A messy one. One I’m not volunteering to fix.
So take whatever energy you’re wasting on me and go do something useful with it. Or don’t. Honestly?
I don’t care.
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