Girl, Whatever.

Girl, whatever. I’ve been saying this lately. If we can have girl dinner, we can have girl whatever. Why does Gen Z act like love is a weakness? Why does it seem like a competition to see who can do the most while feeling the least? Why do we clown people for catching feelings? Why do we call the unrequited party the loser? Girl, whatever. Trying to figure it out isn’t going to pay my bills. Having an argument with someone who isn’t really there isn’t going to pay my bills. Searching desperately for closure where there is none will induce insanity and WILL NOT pay my bills.

Some things cannot be justified or figured out.

You just have to paint over it, dance away from it, shrug your shoulders and say girl, whatever… and you’re not running away from it, whatever it is. You’re running towards something else. Something good, hopefully. Fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it. I try to remember that comparison is the thief of joy and what’s for me can’t miss me.

I can’t keep waiting on an apology I’m not going to get. Living my life is mandatory whether I get an apology or not. I could let my body get full of stress hormones and let the trauma rule my life. I know I could because I have before. I also know, from this experience, that it will certainly not pay my bills, so, I regroup back to center by just girl, whatever sometimes.

Just because I could doesn’t mean I should.

I’ve learned.