Yes I ghost people, no I'm not proud of it.
This all started a few weeks ago when I was scrolling through Tinder for the millionth time. After swiping through hundreds of people, I eventually matched with a cute guy and we quickly started talking. Everything was going fine until he asked that terrible question:
'So do you want to go out sometime?'
I’m sure you must be thinking, ‘What’s wrong with that?’ And yes, technically there’s nothing wrong, after all, that’s what Tinder’s for. But here’s the thing. After he asked me out I completely panicked. I mean no response at all.
So yeah, that was kind of shitty of me.
Eventually, he must have gotten the hint because we ended up unmatching, but it got me thinking about how often I’ve done this to people before. So I started scrolling through some previous convos and I suddenly realized, ‘Holy shit I do this a lot.’
That leads us to my recent discovery….
Hello everyone my name is Sloan and I am a ghoster.
I’m not talking about the pale, spooky kind that pops up every Halloween (although I have been getting kind of pale tbh). I’m talking about the ‘disappear with zero explanation’ kind. The ‘wow you’re such an asshole, why would you do that to a person’ kind.
It’s been super hard admitting that I ghost people. It’s been even harder figuring out why.
I’ve always been the type of person who cares too much about what others think. It’s like what the king himself John Mulaney once said: