"Is Blocking That Deep?", Asked a Fool on A Full Moon.

And as I sat there eating my SweetGreen on my 30-minute lunch break in Mueller on a hot Tuesday afternoon in August, I realized that I had been blocked. One week into 29, and the plot begins to take shape.

What’s the motivation behind blocking someone? Are we so stimulated that we go out of our way to exclude someone from our social media world? I think yes, because I've done this, but how hilarious it is to be on the receiving end!

Being blocked—I think it's both cute and healing, to be honest. To stir up so much energy and emotion that someone has to go through the motions and block you is petty yet ca be be healing. The amount of self-realization you have to muster up in some situations is, in my opinion, a strength.

Yes, on the receiving end, it’s weird and sometimes even cringe-worthy. At the end of the day, maybe the blocker is doing you a favor. Maybe they dislike you, maybe they hate you—who knows? But it’s not for us to figure out their motives. Recognize it, move along with your day, or come read this blog to know you're not the only one going through this.

(Girl, get out of your head. Trust me.)

I've been both blocked and a blocker. There’s power in both, but damn, does it feel good to have a chapter closed and another ready to be opened shortly after.

Provoking so much emotion from someone else lets you know that you left an impression. Good, bad, horrible, so good that you never need to revisit that person again, embarrassing—whatever it is, just know you left your mark there.

Is being blocked or blocking people that deep? In some cases, yes. In others, I may just need to detach and not have you at the forefront of my FYP when I open up my app. Simple as that—not that deep.

Anyways, I’m back on my bullshit and going to continue to romanticize my life and the life I want. Slowly but surely, I know I’m getting there. Just this weekend, as I was LIVIN', I felt like the main character in a movie, walking up to strangers on a rooftop in downtown and chatting it up. Really, these are the weekends I’ll remember, jot down, and chuckle about when I think back on my youth because, girl, we only have one chance here, so we better get it right and have a good time doing it.

So remember, the next time there is a full moon, there’s a small reason to be foolish.

Cheers.