It’s amazing to think about how unnecessary drama tends to follow you everywhere. It doesn’t matter if you move cities or countries. I blame the Internet mostly. It’s the land where the lines are blurred, not to mention that majority of it is passive-aggressiveness. And with just a few harmless clicks, you get to enter somebody’s personal information; who they are hanging out with, what kinds of music or movies they are into now, pictures of their recent roadtrip, so on and so fourth, and before you could even say sign out, it’s boarder-line stalkerism.

I also blame the human nature to talk about other people. Don’t get me wrong, I do it too. To think about the secrets and scandalous stories that is being passed around like tampons in the girls’ bathroom. It’s like a tub of Half Baked ice cream from Ben & Jerry’s, it’s so good that you KNOW it has to be fattening. The newsstands full of tabloids are a strong enough evidence of this very fact.

However, as much fun as it is, when does it ever end? When does the line ever get drawn between being completely driven crazy and being adorably neurotic? Where do you put the line between the little social interactions that people get into and having it straight up ruin a relationship?

I’m taking a minor “emotional embargo” at the moment, mainly because I’m done and I need to take care of myself. It’s like the moment you realize at an-all-you-can-eat buffet that you’ve eaten so fast, you didn’t even notice that you were actually full about 30 minutes ago.

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