I See You

When someone tells me their mind never stops working or implies they have a superior brain because they can't turn their mind off, I immediately want to roll my eyes.  Why is it every time I hear that rationale, it's from a pathetic man child who is talking down to me?  Just because I smile often and sleep well doesn't make my brain less than yours.  What I hear when someone uses that bull shit rationale is "I am an anxious mess. Not only do I lack the skills to get my mind focused, I will act like a narcissistic prick and somehow try to make you feel bad about MY anxiety while simultaneously implying you are not very bright".  

In case you're curious, here's what had happened.  A guy sent me a text and when I didn't respond at lightning speed, he hit me up with a rude text telling me he questioned my character in a text rant and signed off by telling me I was cowardly for "ghosting" him.  The time lapse?  12 minutes.  This fool looses his shiz in 12 minutes over an unanswered text.  Red flag?  You betcha!  Newsflash...text, by design, is meant to allow people an opportunity to respond at their convenience, not yours.  Text is not instant gratification guaranteed.  Texts hang in cyber space until the recipient has a moment to respond.  That's the whole beauty of the sum bitches...they don't require your instant attention!

I let him know, politely because I won't let his actions dictate mine, this would be our last exchange, thanked him for sharing time with me, wished him well and said I was confident he'd find a girl who is operating at his speed.  I am not that girl.  He replied with a faux apology.  Here's what I mean by "faux" apology.  He replies "hey, I'm sorry, but what was I to think when you didn't respond?  I thought we hit it off and here you ghosted me, surely you can see my side!  I have a quick wit, fast mind and it never stops.  I'm always thinking and not everyone's mind works as quickly as mind does."  Oh boy.  Dude.  You're a mess.  Not a hot mess.  Just a mess of a man.  Sadly, it's not the first time an anxious man child has tried to convince me I was less than smart because I slept well, smiled a lot and didn't freak out over the smallest things.  Boy...BYE! 

Since then, I've received 4 additional texts saying he can't believe I'm throwing away a good thing and he hopes I'll try and put myself in his shoes.  This does not deserve a response as we were not a "good thing", we went on ONE awkward date.  Besides, even if we had a good run, you betchur ass I'd hit the road after the hissy fit he's throwing.   I had to block the man child and his "superior" mind.