The Petty Block-and-Unblock Cycle

It started as a joke. Block. Unblock. Watch him crawl back. Repeat. But soon, it became its own twisted little game, a digital tug-of-war where I always had the upper hand. Every time he thought he was out, I’d pop back up on his feed like a ghost haunting his For You Page.

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t hate. It was power. Ridiculous, immature, addicting power. And yes, I eventually got bored. But not before he learned exactly what it felt like to live at my mercy, one block button away from exile.

Final Thought: The block button isn’t just a boundary, it’s a weapon.

Disclaimer: Do not try this unless you’re prepared for karmic payback. Digital games always leave receipts.