Boundaries Are Just Fences for People Who Overgive and Then Resent Everyone
Spiritual side-eyes, holy no’s, and the sacred art of not replying to that text message just because your third eye twitched.
Let’s talk about boundaries—also known as “the thing your soul begs for while your ego smiles and agrees to do one more unpaid emotional labor shift.”
You keep saying yes because you’re “compassionate.”
But deep down, you’re one group text away from becoming a forest hermit with rage issues.
📿 Monastic Confession:
I once said “yes” to a favor I didn’t want to do because I thought it was “the loving thing.”
Then I meditated for three hours… to suppress the passive-aggressive murder fantasy.
Spoiler: That wasn’t love. That was martyrdom cosplaying as compassion.
💡 Three Holy Truths About Boundaries:
Saying no doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you less available to bad people.
If your “kindness” costs you peace, it’s not kindness. It’s spiritual people-pleasing in a robe.
Some folks don’t respect boundaries because they’ve never respected themselves. Don’t make their chaos your curriculum.
🛐 This Week’s Sacred Practices:
Say “no” without a backstory. Let the silence do the heavy lifting.
Practice the ancient art of not explaining yourself to people committed to misunderstanding you.
Instead of over-explaining, try saying, “That doesn’t work for me.” Then float away like a monk who’s got better things to do (because you do).
🧘 Closing Blessing:
May your energy be guarded like sacred scrolls,
May your “no” echo like a holy mantra,
And may your nervous system finally unclench from trying to be spiritually polite to emotional freeloaders.
See you next Sunday, unless I’m busy building an energetic fence out of Himalayan salt and blocked numbers.
In fierce compassion,
Virgin Monk Boy
Former pushover. Current boundary enthusiast
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Yesterday, someone violated my land boundaries. “Don’t underestimate me or you will feel the penalty”.
Two men trespassed. I told them to get out. And do not return.
No is a complete sentence.
This is Gold, thank you!