The Flaker

Dear Flakers, 

Have you ever heard of the word accountability? Have you ever heard of the word benefit of the doubt? Have you ever heard of the words “keep your word?” I have a problem with you people. First of all, you make the rest of the world seem like they are not that in tune with chaos. Guys, you talk way too much, way too fast, and way too soon. The deal is you say things nobody wants or needs you to say. You may have imposed, on yourselves, a Herculean task of initiative based dead societal expectations. Trust me (or maybe not), you don’t have to be a hero. It is okay not to be. It is okay not to promise that you would meet up, or call, or text, or go out with a person sometime. Society has moved on from plastic pleasantries. If you aren’t game, don’t pretend you are pumped up. Personally, I don’t care.

Do you have any idea what that does to the me? I believe you (benefit of the doubt), shift my plans to accommodate you, postpone that hour of nothingness, just to “accommodate” your visitation or interruption rather.  
But, what do you do? You don’t say anything about your change of heart. You don’t give me a heads up about your failed attempt at heroism. What do I make of that? How do I move on from there? I make a list of “Do Not Trust Anything They Say” and then move on. I forget about you, but you keep coming back with the same story. I overdose on benefit of the doubt, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you were really tied up. Hoping that maybe you really just forgot… that you really just forgot to get back to me, because life happened. I believe you. I will keep on believing you. But I won’t always entertain you. I will not keep entertaining you. 

Why don’t you learn from me, the professional heart-breaker? I think once upon a time I was a flaker. I would freak out and tell the person, last minute…. That was just as bad a flaking. In most cases, I genuinely had reasons why I couldn’t. But when I started walking in the shoes of my victims, I changed my ways. To avoid disappointing and having to rain check (trust me, I had so many I lost count), I stopped giving false hope. If I know that it wouldn’t happen anytime soon, I say so. If I am not just game, because I would rather sleep or watch my movies or read my novels or hangout with nothingness, I would say so (in a cryptic manner, more or less). Sometimes I am not very proud of my modus operandi, but then again, I am not big on wasting time.

In closing, I hope you get my message. I don’t want you to be like me. I am not perfect. I want you to develop something inside of you that makes you think twice before you implement your frivolous and plastic approach to people. I hope that you would learn to curb your excitement, and think long and hard, before you open your mouth to say something that means nothing; I hope you will get to say things you mean and mean things you say. You don’t have to be a hero. Just be human, be you without leaving casualties in your wake.

I have to stop here now. I will wait on my muse for the next inspirational burst.
in the meantime, So long!!

XOXO,
JustEmmy