Today I was posed with a question where, for the first time, instead of simply answering right away, I sorta thought to myself, do I even owe this person an answer? I mean he was questioning a decision I made about one of my personal social media accounts….do I really have to explain to someone why I decided to unfriend them? Many moons ago, when he decided to “unfriend” me but in real life, I didn’t have the opportunity to question him on why. And I don’t think he would have responded very nicely either.
Funny how one little question or statement or moment in time really gets ya thinking. After that question was asked, and as I was trying to decide whether to answer or not, I started to think when do I need to explain myself to someone and when do I not. I’ve always been quick to explain myself, smooth over any hurt feelings and justify my actions but at what point does one simply stop with the justifications. I unfriended you because seeing your posts isn’t the best thing for me right now. Simple.
My response was long than the line above but that was the jist. Seeing your social interactions isn’t good for me right now. The response? I don’t understand it but I respect it. I like that response. Of course he can’t understand it, he’s not me. Of course he can’t understand why an old wound is still causing me pain because he’s not living it. And I respect that.
It felt good to even give myself the option of simply not responding. It felt good to look at a situation and ponder the idea of not offering up an explanation for my choice. I am not a politician, I am not accountable to the public and my choices are mine. I don’t have to defend them if I don’t want to. Yeah, that felt good.