I have this thing about me where people perceive me to be very strong, and therefore impervious to insults. There is a confidence in me that other people see that I am still learning to see for myself. This perceived strength has somehow emboldened people to feel really comfortable saying things to me that are very painful, because it seems like I can take it.
On one such occasion a few years ago, one of my friends had recently been proposed to. I took to Instagram to congratulate them with a post, like we tend to do these days. I mean if it doesn’t make it to social media, then did it even really happen? (Insert heavy sarcasm here). This was one of like three separate, consecutive engagements. After the age of 25 they seem to roll in one after the other. Meanwhile I was in the midst of a serious love drought that has continued until this very day. Seriously I think I may be going for some sort of record, but I digress.