sometimes i think about him.
i remember a lot of folks from my past.
the ones who hurt me.
the ones who i didn’t get closure for the failed “whatever”.
there is a side of me that wants to see what they’re doing.
are they doing well?
jobless like me?
rich af and living their best lives?
fat with about 20 cubs?
i can admit my faults and extreme pettiness.
so i did the unfathomable yesterday…
i went stalking on ig
when that didn’t work,
i went over to google.
we all have this curiosity to see what “the past” is doing.
congrats because i already admire you.
they might reach out,
and other times,
it’s like you both never met.
do i miss these folks?
i don’t know why because they were cruel to me.
a side of me wanted an update without having to text/call.
social media can allow us to see what:
old co workers
estranged family members
…are doing without hiding in the bushes outside their cribs.
we’re in the “technological” bushes,
it doens’t make us feel any better.
let’s say they moved on and are happy af?
they met someone else?
a full blown work out warrior with the bawdy of a greek God?
hello full blown depression.
the ways we punish ourselves.
i didn’t get any answers so that’s a good thing.
i can’t say i won’t do it again,
but for right now,
i’m pretty satisfied not getting the update.
lowkey: sometimes we don’t have to stalk.
we’re still connected to our past because we didn’t unfollow.