Maybe It’s Not Me, It’s Just a Bad Wi-Fi Connection with the Universe

Ever felt like the main character in a movie where everything goes wrong—but without the charming love interest, the background music, or even a decent lighting setup?

Yeah, me too.

It starts small. You’re just minding your business, trying to be a good human. You text back on time, you show up when you say you will, you laugh at their terrible jokes (even the ones that start with “I’m not racist, but…” ugh), and you genuinely care. But somehow, somehow, you still end up feeling like the villain in someone else’s badly written screenplay.

And then it hits you: maybe I’m the problem?

Cue: Existential spiral, two cookies, and a playlist full of Phoebe Bridgers.

The “Maybe It’s Me” Syndrome

Let’s talk about this strange, soul-sucking syndrome we all seem to catch at some point: “Maybe It’s Me.” Symptoms include over-apologizing, replaying conversations from three weeks ago in the shower, and texting your friend, “Am I being crazy or…?” every other day.

You give people the benefit of the doubt, while they give you… red flags in a gift bag. Even the bare minimum—basic decency, respect, emotional availability—is somehow an Olympic-level ask. And when you point it out, suddenly you’re too sensitive or too much or not enough. Like, sorry for having a nervous system and, you know, feelings.

The Universal Plot Twist

Here’s the twist: maybe the universe just has bad Wi-Fi when it comes to aligning you with the right people.

I mean, think about it. You’re out here trying to connect, and the universe is buffering. Instead of sending you someone emotionally mature and self-aware, it delivers Brad who thinks ghosting is a communication style and Jenna who “isn’t ready for anything serious” but also wants to trauma dump on you at 2AM.

Relatable?

It’s not just romantic relationships either. It’s friends who only show up when they need something, coworkers who throw you under the bus and then reverse over you, and relatives who act like your therapist and prosecutor in the same breath.

The Exhaustion of Justifying Yourself

Let’s get real for a second: it’s exhausting constantly having to prove you’re not a bad person. Like, I swear I’m not the villain here, Karen, I just said no to your MLM scheme. Or No, I didn’t ignore your text, I was having a breakdown but thanks for making it about you!

Having to explain your intentions, soften your tone, sugarcoat your boundaries… it gets tiring. At some point, you start doubting yourself. Maybe I am cold. Maybe I do expect too much. Maybe I need to tone it down.

NO.

You’re not asking for a unicorn. You’re asking for basic courtesy and accountability. The problem isn’t your standards—it’s that so many people have normalized nonsense.

A Glimmer of Funny, Because We Need It

If I had a dollar for every time someone misunderstood my kindness for weakness, I’d have enough money to buy a remote island and populate it exclusively with emotionally intelligent people. We’ll have brunch, boundaries, and people who know how to communicate!

Until then, here’s the funny bit: I now carry metaphorical red flags with me. The moment I meet someone new, I mentally check for signs—no empathy? Red flag. Can’t apologize? Red flag. Calls their ex “crazy”? Red flag with fireworks.

I’m building a parade at this point.

What I Know for Sure

Here’s what I’ve learned: the wrong people will make you feel like you’re hard to love. The right ones will show you you’re not. They’ll give you assurance without asking, validate your feelings without defensiveness, and most importantly—they’ll stay when it matters.

Also, your worth? It doesn’t shrink because someone else couldn’t see it. You don’t need to become smaller to be enough. You don’t need to twist yourself into a pretzel to be palatable.

So, What Now?

Take the pressure off. Rest. Cry if you need to. Put on a face mask that makes you look like a swamp witch and eat your favorite snack in bed. You’re not broken—you’re just tired from carrying the weight of everyone else’s emotional baggage like a free therapist with no co-pay.

You are not the villain. You are not “too much.” You are not unworthy.

You’re just temporarily surrounded by people who haven’t done their emotional homework. That’s not on you.

In conclusion: Maybe it’s not me. Maybe the universe just keeps sending me the wrong Wi-Fi signal. But I’ll keep refreshing until the right connection sticks.

And when it does? You’ll wonder why you ever doubted yourself in the first place.