Dear Glampa,
I have a friend who takes gym selfies several times a day. At first it was adorable now I’m feeling they are totally fucked in the head and I’m considering blocking him because who the Christ needs that much attention? What would you do?
Signed
Ain’t nobody got time for that
Dearest That,
Like a dildo with a clitoris stimulator, I’m feeling a two-pronged approach is appropriate.
A.) Since this is somebody you’ve chosen to write dear old Glamps about, I assume they’re a friend that you want to at least keep some relations with. (Gym bunnies are fun to keep around, even if just for a rainy day. So long as you have headphones or they come with a mute button.) Speaking of mute button, May I suggest hiding or muting their posts for a little while? Just so you can be sure you’re not making a rash decision by blocking them, and you can also give yourself a little bit of relief from the constant barrage of biceps and bulges.
B.) This part always stings, but one of the most effective tools I’ve learned in managing my unpleasant feelings is that pesky self-aware adage about the thing bothering us the most about other people are the things we don’t like in ourselves that we see in them. Something like that,...you get my drift.
Yes that is of course true, but I often find that the thing that I miss, the things that I used to be, that I see in others sometimes brings me, oh hell, rage, melancholy, violent outbursts, fits of tears, you pick it. I couldn’t say if any of that is true but maybe a little investigating as to why bothers you so much could be helpful.
In conclusion, it most likely it sounds like they’re just an attention vampire. What would Glampa do? Try to get one more good suck in before you block them.
“Selfies from the neck up only please”
Xx
Glamps
I have a friend who takes gym selfies several times a day. At first it was adorable now I’m feeling they are totally fucked in the head and I’m considering blocking him because who the Christ needs that much attention? What would you do?
Signed
Ain’t nobody got time for that
Dearest That,
Like a dildo with a clitoris stimulator, I’m feeling a two-pronged approach is appropriate.
A.) Since this is somebody you’ve chosen to write dear old Glamps about, I assume they’re a friend that you want to at least keep some relations with. (Gym bunnies are fun to keep around, even if just for a rainy day. So long as you have headphones or they come with a mute button.) Speaking of mute button, May I suggest hiding or muting their posts for a little while? Just so you can be sure you’re not making a rash decision by blocking them, and you can also give yourself a little bit of relief from the constant barrage of biceps and bulges.
B.) This part always stings, but one of the most effective tools I’ve learned in managing my unpleasant feelings is that pesky self-aware adage about the thing bothering us the most about other people are the things we don’t like in ourselves that we see in them. Something like that,...you get my drift.
Yes that is of course true, but I often find that the thing that I miss, the things that I used to be, that I see in others sometimes brings me, oh hell, rage, melancholy, violent outbursts, fits of tears, you pick it. I couldn’t say if any of that is true but maybe a little investigating as to why bothers you so much could be helpful.
In conclusion, it most likely it sounds like they’re just an attention vampire. What would Glampa do? Try to get one more good suck in before you block them.
“Selfies from the neck up only please”
Xx
Glamps
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