Social Stalking

This blog was meant as a form of self expression for me. It is no mistake that I have two Instagram profiles. One linking to this blog,which is a public account, and the second is a private account. On the private account, I share pictures of my kiddos. You can only imagine why I have it under lockdown. Too many crazies walk amongst us and I don’t want them seeing my young children.

When I started the pubic Instagram account, I had decided to accept decent profiles. Imagine how I was shocked at seeing a previous co-worker instantly add me to their IG account. After leaving the company we both worked at, I took great lengths to block this person from all my social accounts. To give you a glimpse at this co-worker and my relationship, my LI job description was copied word by word. The only thing changed was the addition of the word “the”. Obviously, this person ignored any plagiarism courses taught in school. I tried to build a sincere relationship with this person but was constantly thrown under the bus by them during projects with our boss. We were not and are not friends. Imagine my shock when I see this person show up in my public IG account. You have either a) not deleted my number from your phone b) Google me frequently. I’m blessed with an uncommon name so the second option makes it easy to find me. Seeing this person in my notifications made me feel instantly uncomfortable.

Surprise, surprise the view on my blog increased by 1. I haven’t even launched this site. It’s linked to my IG public account but I’m not ready to make it public. I’m still tinkering with it. I always found this person to be very nosy, so I’m not surprised by the clickthrough. I had to chuckle when I saw my viewership went up to 6 just the other day. I’m sure this person shared the blog with some others. The company we worked at had a toxic team culture. When I left, I didn’t tell them where I was going. I didn’t want all these negative and toxic people to know about my new chapter. I did meet some lovely people at this company and I keep in touch with them to this day. The toxic ones I want to remove from my life. When I blocked this person and the rest of the toxic team members from all of my social channels, I felt a huge burden lifted. I periodically clean out my friends/contact list to this day. If you’re too good to like a picture of my kids than we really aren’t friends.

Seeing this person’s face in my notifications, I was faced with a decision. Do I accept them and live up to my own code or do I block them? The decision caused my agony. I decided to block them. This project is new to me. It’s a form of self-expression where I can share my deepest thoughts. I don’t want to be judged for the language I use, topics, or have people use it as a means to spy on me.

Even with the purge of “friends”, I still feel the negative energy people give off. Lately, the negative energy has been weighing me down. More to come on that later. I didn’t want this person’s energy around me. It’s so creepy that they sent me a follow request. Just silently stalk me and move on.

My own moral code hasn’t been followed and I’m okay with that. It’s time for me to stop being a flight attendant by worrying about what everyone else will think. This blog and the public IG account are for me. If they want to creep on me here, then let them. I’m sure this person will start their own blog. They’ve always been a bad xerox copy of me. Stalk here and read the thoughts I want you to read. Understand that I don’t want you in my life. Maybe you’ve matured but I still don’t want your toxic energy around me.

The picture selected for this blog post is no accident. If you’re the creepy co-worker, you should be able to connect the dots. We are not friends. Stop creeping.

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