What makes you nervous?

People Make Me Nervous (So I’m Building a Very Small Island)

Let’s just go ahead and say it: people make me nervous.

Not in a “I forgot to study for the test” kind of way… more like a “why are you acting normal today but might flip a table tomorrow” kind of way. You just never know what you’re going to get. It’s like a box of chocolates, except half of them are filled with chaos, poor decisions, and unnecessary drama.

And I don’t do drama anymore. I have retired. Fully. Benefits and all.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that trusting people is a lot like assembling furniture without instructions. You think you’re doing it right… and then suddenly everything collapses and you’re left holding extra screws wondering where your life went wrong.

So what did I do?

I made an executive decision: I am now accepting applications for my life… and most of them are denied.

At this point, my inner circle is so small it could fit in a group text without anyone muting notifications. It’s basically:

My family A few trusted friends And maybe one person who knows my coffee order and hasn’t betrayed me yet

That’s it. That’s the list.

Because here’s the truth: a lot of people are out here looking out for themselves—and listen, I respect self-care, but not when it comes with a side of betrayal and nonsense. I’ve had enough plot twists to last a lifetime, and I’m no longer auditioning for anyone’s reality show.

So now?

I travel with my parents. I stay home. I protect my peace like it’s the last slice of cake at a family reunion.

And honestly… it’s glorious.

No guessing games. No fake vibes. No unnecessary chaos. Just calm, predictable, drama-free living. Highly recommend.

Now don’t get me wrong—I’m still kind, I’m still friendly, and I’ll still smile and wave like a well-adjusted member of society. But access to my life? Oh, that’s VIP only. Limited capacity. No exceptions.

Because if you somehow do sneak past security…

Just know this:

You will be escorted off my island swiftly and without warning. We’re talking “quick, fast, and in a hurry.”

Why?

Because I’ve reached that beautiful stage in life where I choose me. My peace. My sanity. My happiness.

And also… let’s not forget…

I’m a Scorpio.

And we don’t just cut people off—we sting with precision.

You’re welcome. 🦂

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