Lettera alla ragazza che viene sempre lasciata indietro

Alla ragazza che viene sempre messa da parte,

Listen, I know how you’re feeling. I know what it feels like to physically be in a place but yet no one notices you—as if you are invisible.

So come ci si sente a non essere mai parte dei piani o nel processo di creazione dei piani.

I know what it feels like when you are with your ‘friends’ the moment they decide to go somewhere, but no one invited you.

Usually, someone gets sorry for you and invites you just out of courtesy.  No, thank you. I don’t need your pity invite.

It’s embarrassing. Like if it’s not painful enough that you don’t want me there, but you have to call me to tag along just to make your conscience clear. I don’t need that.

And what about when you’re texting one of your best friends to ask her to go out, and she says she doesn’t feel like it … then you go and text the other one, and in the meantime, you get a text back—a text that was not meant for you.

Il testo che recita così: “Hey, if she calls you, tell her you’re not up for going out. The two of us will go without her. She is so boring. I don’t want her around.”

Come reagireste? E soprattutto, come vi sentireste?

Mi sentivo come se il mio mondo stesse crollando, ma nonostante ciò ho trovato la forza e il coraggio di mandare un messaggio:

“Thanks, but I don’t need that kind of friendship.

Cordiali saluti,

Ms. Boring”    

How many weekends have you spent living in a delusion that no one had any plans—oh, but they did? It’s only that you weren’t a part of them.

You weren’t invited. Your ‘friends’ were having fun without you.

 

Let me tell you something— Fanculo a quel tipo di amici. Quelli non sono amici.

Sono persone che avete incontrato per caso in un periodo della vostra vita. Per voi, quelli sono dei NOBODY.

If you’re reading this and if you think that I probably had it coming, then you are one of those people who won’t give anyone the time of day.

Maybe you are threatened by me. Maybe you just don’t like me. Maybe I’m more beautiful than you are. Maybe I’m in your way.

C'è sempre una persona che ha l'ultima parola. Una persona che decide tutto.

And on the other side, there is always that one person who is left out for some reason. Because of something that doesn’t suit you— così l'hai esclusa.

After some time, you just give up. You get tired of inviting yourself all the time when it’s crystal clear that you are not welcome.

E sapete cosa succede?

No one misses you. No one even notices that you are not there anymore. Maybe someone does—someone who notices you’re not there because she pushed you out herself.

But, it doesn’t matter. You are never bored. You always have something to do.

Friends will come— amici veri,

Fino ad allora,

Aspettate!