Ghosting

Because I have been ghosted a few times and because it seems to be a popular topic lately, I wanted to post an article about it. I find it interesting how I always blamed myself each time I was ghosted and after reading this, I am guessing I wasn't the problem at all. From goodmenproject.com:

What Someone is Actually Telling You When They Ghost You

If you’ve ever been ghosted by someone, especially without ever really having done anything wrong, and wondered what they’re really thinking, I’m happy to translate.

February 16, 2019
By: Mark Radcliffe
Dear person I recently gave my phone number to/ slept with/ dated for a while/ or was in a relationship with, then ghosted. Here’s what I actually said to you, by not saying anything:
To begin with, let’s be clear—I’m an absolute, grade-A coward.
100%.
Oh, and I also recently completed my Ph. D. in passive-aggressiveness.

I mean, you clearly didn’t do anything wrong. I willingly gave you my number. Actually, I think I even asked you to take my number and then text me.
Which you did–politely and diplomatically.
And although you nicely asked me out, or we dated a little while, I didn’t reply.
Who knows what reason made me change my mind about engaging with you, but I’m incapable of expressing it. Because I’m terrified of honesty. Or being direct. Or being assertive. Or maturely addressing whatever random apprehension I now may or may not have towards you. Or possibly all of the above.
And yes, I’ve been solving problems this way for my whole life. And by “solving them,” I, of course, mean, “avoiding dealing with them and hoping they’ll just go away.”
I’m petrified of open dialog because I’ve never done any real work on myself.
As a result, my plan is this: I cut off any chance of things ever developing by just deciding before things even get started that “you’re probably just not worth it.” That way, I never have to take a single risk in my entire life! Sometimes my reason is just that I have a self-loathing belief that no one ever “worth it” could ever really be interested in me, so by virtue of you demonstrating your interest in me, you’ve just disqualified yourself. See how that works?
My ignoring is you no different than when a toddler refuses to respond to his parents when asked, “Why did you break the toy?” or “Why did you hit your sister?”

Yep, I simply remain a petulant child who simply runs away any time a situation calls for me to express certain needs that aren’t being met–such as more privacy, or being spoken to differently or more of a commitment from you.
Instead, I just hide behind a ridiculous absence of expression.
I choose to just “sit this one out,” hoping you’ll just go away, demonstrating my staggering lack of empathy for a fellow human on this planet, failing to understand that ignoring someone is the most hostile thing you can do to them.
I mean, who are we kidding. If I were a real adult, we’d have a real adult exchange.
I’d say, “Sorry, I appreciate the invite, but I’m gonna pass.”

Or, “Sorry, I know I gave you my number, but I’m dating someone else/ not emotionally available right now.”

Or, “Sorry, I realize I gave you my number that night, but something about these messages since feels off to me, so I’m going to say goodbye now. Best of luck with someone else.”

Or, let’s say we’ve dated a while but I’m upset with you over something. “Look, I can’t see you anymore. You really hurt me. I can’t be with someone who treats me like that.”

But it’ll be years before I’m capable of that. (Even though I’ve technically been an adult for a long time now.)
And the most ridiculous delusion of all that I base my actions on is this:

And in some instances, I’m just pretending I’m superior to you in some pathetic, self-absorbed fashion. I’ve decided, through an incredibly corrupt and cloudy series of self-flattering illusions, that I’m better off without you because that’s much more convenient than me looking hard at myself and realizing maybe some of my uncertainties right now are just due to my own lack maturity, or inability to keep my insecurities, neuroses, and anxieties at bay.
If I were a real adult, I’d put some work in towards dealing with my own baggage. I’d see a therapist, read some self-help books, or at least listen real close when a good friend tells me I have some big, self-limiting walls built up I should take down.
But instead, I do this.
I see your text come in, swipe away from it, and go right back to being the emotionally-blocked passive-aggressive jerk I’ve been for quite some time now.
And hey, if you ever meet anyone else who ghosts you for no good reason just like me, send this to them as well, just so they too, for once, can get a good look at themselves in the mirror.
Too-da-loo! I’m off to go screw up another perfectly good relationship now. Wish me luck!
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