There comes a point in your life when the rose-tinted glasses fall off, the background violins stop playing, and you realize — not everyone who claps for you wants you to win. Some are just checking if you fall flat on your face… so they can laugh louder behind your back.
Been there. Smiled at those faces. Hugged those people. Even treated them like royalty. Regret that the most. You know what’s worse? These same people will say one thing on your face, be your unofficial cheerleader at brunch, throw in a “yaar you're too good”... and then go into full Bollywood villain mode the moment your back is turned.
And yet, they pop up in your DMs like: “Heyyyy long time!! Let’s catch up 💖” Sure. Right after I finish my root canal with no anesthesia.
What They Don’t Realize: I’m not mad. I’m just…not the same. There’s no announcement, no fireworks, no dramatic “We need to talk.” Just calm boundaries, dry replies, and the sound of me not laughing at your forced humour anymore.
They expect the old version of you — the version who didn’t know they were two-faced. But, sweetheart, that version of me has left the building. She took the jokes, the warmth, and the unpaid therapy sessions with her.
The New Vibe:
- You want me to be bubbly? Plug in a soda machine.
- You want energy from me? Bring a charger.
- You want access to my world?
- Well, you'd better get past the bouncers — trust, loyalty, and basic decency.
Final Thought:
- I don’t do fakeness.
- I don’t do backstabbing.
- I stopped being emotionally available for those who are morally absent.
So next time someone expects you to “act normal” after
they’ve been fake, remember: You are not rude. You are just done performing for
an audience that secretly boos you backstage.
Rab Rakha!!!!!
