It’s March 2021. We are now a year into the pandemic. All I am doing is traveling and trying to keep sane. I went to Mexico as soon as it opened. Again, with a mask. I sat in a casita on a mango farm with a friend, burning palm tree fronds, battling cockroaches and desperately trying to catch a lick of data to see how the US election was going. Drinking margaritas en masse as we waited for the results. Next I’d head to Costa Rica for three weeks. My first solo trip. I’d work from a jungle hut or a beach hut listening to monkeys and birds scream outside the window. I did get some strife from friends who did not approve of my traveling. However, I never judged the covid limitations or exceptions they wished to follow. To each their own. Judging others felt entirely unnecessary during this time.

Two days after my birthday in March and exactly one year since the official quarantine began, I would be notified by multiple people that she had posted about me on social media again. As I was not blocked I was able to easily pull this up. It was broadcast to hundreds of mutual friends and over 10k followers on Instagram. To our mutual friends it was perfectly clear who she was talking about on social media – again.

Again, calling me names and using the term “gaslighting” entirely wrong. I had to google “word salad” because that was a new one to me.

merriam-webster

1:  unintelligible, extremely disorganized speech or writing manifested as a symptom of a mental disorder

2:  a string of empty, incoherent, unintelligible, or nonsensical words or comments

Huh. Reading comprehension is up to the individual I suppose?

Tell me, is there a person alive who would not be defensive and angry to see their best friend publicly shit talking them to many followers and mutual friends? Would anyone in their right mind, with a half a spine be ok with that? What kind of person does this without a lick of prior communication? What kind of person does this knowing their target is already going through mental anguish with self identity after a stage 3 cancer diagnosis?

Again, with the claim that not wishing to be romantically involved with someone with a culture or religion I don’t align with is racist. Again, Desi is not a race. Again, dating preferences are not racism. Again, this person has zero clue about dating in the Seattle tech scene.

Again, I shut down the friendship because she was incessantly calling me names on social media and that is not the type of people I wish to have around me. This was how I learned who she really was. What kind of person she is.

I was relatively offended that she even wrote down that she questioned her inaction to repair it. I was never, ever letting her back in my life after seeing the extent of her very public shit talking and the audacity of her thinking I would. I posted a comment along those lines.

She removed it and blocked me at that point.

I blocked her back without hesitation and that was the last time I saw any of her social media with the exception of Twitter. My blank and anonymous account still followed her there, wondering if she would post about me again.