What do I call this one?

Don't feel like beating around the bush, so I'll just come right out and say that this post is about the Artist.

After standing me up weekend before last with no apology, no call, no admission that he disrespected me at all... After a week full of seeing him update facebook statuses about how bored he was and how he needed his time occupied...

I log on to Google Talk from my phone last night while in bed. I'm wierd. I treat Google Talk like Twitter, updating my statuses with the most random thought that pops in my mind. My statuses are usually about one of two things: the food I'm eating, just ate, or want to eat, or, a song lyric that's either stuck in my head or happens to describe my mood at that particular time. Occasionally, I read or hear a quote that at the moment seems SO profound to me that I need to post it right at that very moment, whether I'm actually logged into Google talk or not. So I'll login and post it, and then log right back off.

Around Tuesday of last week, after my burning anger at The Artist's disrespect simmered down to a dull glow of disappointment and self-righteous resolve, I changed his status to "Never Show" in my buddy list (for probably the 6th or 67h time since I've known him). Anyway, when I logged in on my Blackberry last night, to change my status message to "Anger without action leaves us bitter, NOT better". I hadn't even finished typing the status message when The Artist sends me a chat asking "Whos baby is that?" referring to a picture of my God daughter that I have displayed as my Google Talk icon.

I didn't know what to do. I contemplated snapping "Oh, you can chat me almost two weeks later but you can't return my phone call in a timely manner"? I contemplated telling him that it's none of his business who's baby that is is I'd appreciate it if he never contacted me again... I contemplated a lot in the 10 seconds it took for me to pick up the phone and dial my friend's number to ask for advice.

Her pep talk made the answer seem so simple: "Wait... Didn't you leave him a voicemail that day? Just sign off and ignore his ass like he did you". And that's exactly what I did. And I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

It's a small victory, but it made me feel good to get SOME kind of revenge for him blowing me off. I nixed the email idea, because I feel that it's kind of redundant to send a long drawn-out email telling someone that you don't like the way they're treating you and you're not going to be bothered with them anymore, especially when you can... just not be bothered with them anymore. It would be a waste, because, since this is the third time this fool has done this to me, it's apparent that he doesn't give a damn anyway. Those kind of emails are sent when you have plans for the person to continue to be in your life, and when you think that addressing the issues will cause them to change their behavior so that you can overcome your problems and strengthen your relationship. I don't believe this is possible withthe Artist. He's not the dude I fell for two years ago, at least not concerning me, so I didn't even want to waste my time.

So, anyway, I'll continue to ignore him, unless he happens to pick up the phone and make an effort to call. Even then, I'll need to be in a really good mood to answer the phone. But if I'm right about this fool's intentions, he'll probably not even bother trying to contact me again. He can crawl back under his rock.