Couple of
weeks back I blocked someone on my face book and Whatsapp – the first time I
have ever done so to anyone ever. Though initially I was surprised by my own
stance after a while I realized I did it to save myself from further hurt.
To give you
a background this person became a friend after reading something on my blog
which he liked a lot. It began like the usual friendship and eventually
somewhere in between began to creep discomfort. For I was being asked things
like why cannot we chat right now, why do you have to blog, why are you not
responding, why are you so busy in office that you cannot talk right now.
In today’s
times I fail to understand how people take each other for granted so much. A
simple Whatsapp software on phones means that person is available 24*7 for you
to talk. Nobody even bothers to ask whether that person is available to talk or
not and gets offended the moment someone does not respond. I wonder if people
realize that someone could be busy, on a call or simply put just not in a
position to speak. Manners anyone?
I failed to
explain him so many times that I have a life beyond facebook and whatsapp where
I do a lot of things which are meaningful. But the way it progressed it was
strangulating me to such an extent that I was feeling suffocating. I tried
speaking many times clarifying my stance and specifying what I want but to no
avail. Unfortunately that person has
been through a lot in personal life but there is a limit to which someone can
take your emotional garbage. You cry one time and you will be consoled. You cry
twice thrice you will still be but for the umpteenth time – well you surely
must be testing my patience then. And I used to always ask that person whats my
fault that you have been through so much for I was being treated shabbily,
given emotional atyachaar for no fault of mine, being taken on guilt trips and I knew for sure I did not need all this
for I did not deserve it. All this and more while actually we are supposed to
be “friends”!!
I tried
explaining things once, twice and thrice and everytime I was threatened . I was not left with any other option
but to draw the line of control where I was screaming for some space and some
respect.