Ghosted

A friend was recently ghosted by a man who she’d been dating for a few weeks.

No phone call. No text message. Just silence.

She told me that she’s worried about running into the man again. She’s worried about how awkward it might be to see him again.

“No,” I said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

It’s the person who did the ghosting who should be worried. That’s the person who is destined to feel awkward. The person doing the ghosting is the loser who couldn’t behave like an adult and do the honest, decent thing.

“He’s the one hoping and praying to never see you again,” I said. “The last thing he wants is to confront you face to face.”

In fact, the person doing the ghosting is a lot like Donald Trump, a whiny little man who terminates employees via Twitter because he is incapable of looking at someone face-to-face and firing them in person.

Trump made a career of fake firing people on television, but in real life, he’s a damn coward. Just like the people in this world who end relationships via ghosting.

A bunch of damn cowards who should be ashamed of themselves.

“You should be trying to run into that jerk again,” I said to my friend. “Make it really awkward for him. Force him to speak first. Make him explain himself. If he’s with another person and finds himself forced to introduce you, be sure to ask why he didn’t answer any of your messages while in the presence of that person. Make it awful for the both of them. Ask if he’s okay. Inquire about a possible death in the family or a traumatic brain injury. Explain that after all that time you spent together, you were worried when your messages weren’t returned. After all, what kind of monster spends all that time with a person and then just stops responding?”

My friend wasn’t sure if she could go that far, but she agreed that it would probably be more awkward for him if they ran into each other again.

She felt a little better.

Progress.

Perhaps vengeance takes a little more time to embrace.