No Feelings On Twitter!

Sometimes feelings hit you so fast and messy, you can’t even think straight. You try to play it cool, but your heart keeps writing its own story. Here’s me, overthinking, laughing, crying, and falling all at once, my messy, raw journey of catching feelings I didn’t plan to.


It starts as a simple reply to a funny tweet. "Girl, you are funny!" Repost! Like! Quote!

One midday, a hello in the DMs, just a dry reply. Then more: "Your Insta looks great!"
Ooh, thank you. More likes on Insta stories, several ignored replies.
Ooh, he shares several videos… duuh, I won’t watch all that stuff! Left on read.

Likes story, replies to story; this time, an answer back.
Ooh girl, what a flirty answer. "Can we meet?"
Yes sure, Wednesday is perfect!

Calls , girl, ignore that!
2pm: "Are we still meeting?"
“No, sorry, I got a little busy.”
“Okay. Next time then?”
Sure. Smiles.

Ooh, night calls? Why not?
Several minutes calls… ooh, 6-hour calls.
Late-night calls crossover to morning calls. Oooh, I love this.

Let’s meet up? This time, please make it happen, girl.
Okay, I will try this.
Goes to meet him , ooh he’s in a hurry! Just escorts me to the bus, hugs me bye.
Pissed me off! Ooh, I’m so mad right now.

Ting Ting! Five hundred Kenyan Shillings notification from him.
Oh, before that, he bought me a chocolate (sent money), and another day just a random one thousand Kenyan Shillings.

Girl, I am a man-hater… how’s this going to go?

Our meetup pissed me off! “Sorry, how can I make it up to you?”
Second date, perfect! Food, drink, Uber, and escorted home. How lovely!
Ooh, there’s night kisses by the roadside, smiles.
No butterflies… calm.

Am I liking him? Catching feelings? But he’s shorter than me…?
Let’s try it out.

Ooh, the I love you’s are great. More!
More calls, more flirting, more late-night discussions.
A little catching feelings?

Ooh, he hasn’t texted me! No calls today? A little too cold?
Second date, holds hands, food, Uber, more kisses.
A lovely day in general. Ooh, I like it. The warmth is great!

Consistent calls after. Ooh, love and love.
“Is there a title?”
“Yes, you are my girlfriend.”
“I love you.”
Ooh, I love you too.

More catching feelings. But I am a man-hater? I don’t want to love.
Conflict! Am I falling? I need to be in control. Mirrors behavior.
Hey ChatGPT, help me! Shows steps. Tries to follow.

Ooh, no more consistent texts. No calls tonight? Patterns changing.
Conflict. Should I call? No! That’s too desperate.
I think I like him. No, I do not. Just been lonely a little while, and I kind of like this.

No calls today? “Please call me?”
Can’t send him that , too desperate.
Wishes he could text often. I was kind of getting used to this.
Is it over? Ooh, am I overthinking? Don’t I have other things to do?

Ooh no. He was so amazing but this is reality.
Write about it then forget! It’s better this way.

Feelings are so hard to deal with.
There are so many rules that at times we don’t even know what to do.
I can’t explain how this felt, but I really needed to write this down. It’s a relief for me.

As an overthinker, I think this would describe most of the moments we’ve ever experienced.
It sucks, but sometimes, it is just life.
It’s okay to feel, and it’s also important to know that you can let go of that feeling and be you again.

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