#Conceited

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"You Made It Weird" — A Rambling, Rambunctious Boundary PSA

Here we go again.. 🙄

I know I come off as bubbly, social, flirty, and silly. I get it. I’m fun. I’m magnetic. People like talking to me—and they get hurt or confused when I don’t want to talk back, hang out, or give them more of my time. Some think I’m fake or selfish. But the truth is… it’s kind of the opposite.

I do like people. I love experiences. I’m curious. I like going out, seeing live music, wandering museums, being spontaneous. I’m not an introvert, and I’m not an extrovert. I just enjoy life—and I’m very selective about who I let into mine.

When I come home after being social, I don’t want more connection. I want my peace. I want to read about animal coloration, rebuild old LEGO sets, reorganize my sticker journal, work out, play dolls, or dance around my kitchen like I’m starring in my own music video. I treasure my alone time like it’s a survival kit. And I’m happy being alone if that’s at the movies or at playing at home.

But sometimes, yeah—I feel lonely. Not the kind of lonely that means I want company. The kind that means I want to feel soft. I want to feel held and safe place to be my little self. I want to let the pressure of “being strong and mature” fall off me for a little while. When I say I’m lonely, I’m not saying I want you. I’m saying I miss softness I miss not masking. There’s a big difference.

Let me make something really clear: just because I’m hypersexual, doesn’t mean I want you.

It doesn’t mean I’m available. It doesn’t mean I’m inviting dirty messages. It doesn’t mean I'm into you just because I’m nice, or because I ask about your life, or because I post about longing. This place—this blog—is an outlet. I say unhinged things here because I’m working through stuff, not because I want to act on it with strangers in my inbox. (Annoyed I have to say this again.)

And please, for the love of god: don’t make it weird. Don’t take my kindness or my curiosity as some sign that I want to jump into a romantic or sexual connection. Just appreciate the moment we had. Be grateful for the version of me you got to meet.

If I don’t talk to you anymore, it’s not because you’re a bad person. I don’t interact at all with people I think are bad. It just means I don’t have the bandwidth to give you anything right now—and that has to be okay.

I’m someone with very little space in my life for emotional demands. If you’re one of the rare people I stay close with, then yeah—feel special. If you're not, it doesn’t mean I hate you. It just means I don’t have the space. It might sting, but it’s the truth.

And—for the love of all things—stop asking me “How was your day?” I can’t stand that question. It immediately makes me shut off. I don’t know why, but it just makes something in me recoil. Maybe it’s because it’s too vague. Too emotionally loaded. Too… default. Usually, my day wasn’t amazing. I mean, unfortunately I am an adult like everyone else—unless I’m on vacation or something special’s happening, my day probably sucked a little. That doesn’t mean I won’t find the good in it. I always find the good. I’m that person. But if you really want to connect with me, ask me something real. Something small. Something specific. 
Did I see something weird or funny today?
What are you building? What am I listening to currently or did I hear a new song I liked? Or what animal am I focused on right now.
Those are the things that open me up.

“How was your day?” just shuts the door. It makes me think of the sucky parts and I feel as if I have to answer it honesty. It feels lazy, even if you mean it kindly. It’s like the conversational equivalent of putting a spotlight on me and expecting a performance. And it demands an answer I’m avoidant enough that I’d rather disappear than answer it.

Yes, I’m selfish. Yes, I’m learning. Yes, I’m growing. Yes, I like sex. No, I don’t want to have sex with you.No, you can’t message me every time I post something about longing. Yes, I care. No, I don’t want to be your therapist. Yes, I’m sweet. No, I don’t want to hear “how was your day?” when I clearly don’t want to talk.

And if you're reading this and thinking “is this about me?”
…then maybe it is.
And if you’re one of the ones who really gets me?Skip this post. You already knew.

If I’ve told you more than once that I need space and you still push, guilt-trip, or pop up uninvited, make blatant sexual requests, or try to degrade me- you made it weird. Once you make it weird, I’m out.

And if I give you my energy, just know it’s because you have touched me deeply. Saying that makes me laugh like Beavis and Butthead. Heh heh… touched me… anyways

Also, and let’s be real for a second:
Nothing you say or do is going to make me suck your dick.
Yeah, I post about longing and I’m orally fixated. Yeah, I write about the unhinged depths of my desire. But that doesn’t mean it’s an invitation. I’ve been celibate for almost a year now. Crazy right?? Surprised I’m not dead honestly. Yeah, I get desires but not for you and I will end the interaction before I put myself in a situation where I’ll make bad choices. It’s like how you don’t see many alcoholics at a bar.

Just because I want doesn’t mean I’m going to act. Just because I’m kind doesn’t mean I want you. Just because I’m curious doesn’t mean you’re invited.

I still I love hearing wild stories. As long as they don’t end with you being sexual with me, I still like to hear it. I still like to watch it. I just don’t want to be involved in it. Tell me weird things. Tell me what made you laugh today. But don’t try to turn it into a gateway for flirting, or emotional labor, or projecting your own fantasy. I’m not here for that.

Everyone seems to come out of the woodwork this time of year, and it always plays out the same. If I made it hard for you to find or contact me, that’s not a challenge. It’s a sign. Respect it. If we had a connection and I haven’t added you back, I don’t want to. That doesn’t mean you’re bad—it just means I don’t have room. And if you feel rejected, then I get it. Move on. Let it go.

To the ones I still talk to—thank you. Thank you for getting me. Thank you for never making me feel guilty. Thank you for knowing that when I disappear, it’s not because I don’t care for you—it’s because I need to float a while. Thank you for asking me more in-depth questions and keeping my curiosity alive, instead of the same tired script. Thank you for letting me be avoidant and messy and weird and still believing I’m worth something.

If you made it this far… good job. This post isn’t for everyone.
Just the ones who don’t make it weird. Stay in your lane.

Maybe I’m a bitch now or maybe I’m conceited but here we are again with it needing to be said to multiple people. I’m getting better at boundaries and I’m proud of myself for that. I feel like it’s groundhogs day each time I write something like this.

[ettieektos]

You bought me some flowers, I gave them to someone else

Told me that you loved me, you're just talking to yourself

[elluno]

Some dread the wail of shells and sirens,

their tears for youth ended early;

no extra time after the game.

My skin woven into this bench, I sit;

bows on my feet,

breasts supported,

salt staining my cheeks.

How pathetic.

I flirt with conceit

as I wonder how pretty I look

when strangers pass me by,

instead of flicking away the mosquitoes

nipping at my thighs.

The sun is setting now,

quietly,

behind those trees.

I try to count them and grow tired, lazy.

Too tired to dress, too lazy to walk.

Tired, lazy.

I lied to you yesterday

and the day before that

and the day before that.

I know why you stay,

never why you don’t leave.

I remember when we first met

and you thought I was a fairy,

fluttering my wings for only you.

Only you.

Would you laugh at that now?

Now that I have buried you.

Would you laugh at that?

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ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇꜱ?

ᴘʀᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ

ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ.

ꩇׁׅ݊ ᭙ꪖꫝ,

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"I escaped from Ultimate custom night and now I made it through the digital world and now I'm out! So how you like me now?"

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Lola Young — “Conceited”

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Lola Young - Conceited (Official Video)