Section 66 (A), which prohibits the sending of information of a “grossly offensive” or “menacing” nature through computers and communication devices, has been used by several states to arrest people over posts on social media that officials claimed were "seditious"," communally sensitive” or abusive.
Most of these arrests were for posting controversial remarks or photos, while some were for sharing, commenting on or liking such posts.
He was the inspiration for the second part of this post. ” And that, dear friends, is when I encountered my first ghost.
By lunchtime – I would assume we were meeting only a few hours later – I texted again. This can occur in many ways – the good old-fashioned “he stood me up” bit – but nowadays tends to occur when someone simply cuts communication altogether. And it happens a hell of a lot more frequently than I first realised. I realised how prevalent ghosting had become when I told my friend about a guy who dumped me over a drink last year, and her first words were, “Aw, he actually broke up with you in person? I met Mark in a crowded bar over thumping dance music and too many pints. I mean, at least have the guts to send a quick text saying it’s over… *** And that’s what gets me the most about ghosting.
I’ve also heard this referred to as “blue-ticking” someone, meaning you can see that they read your message on Whats App (or whatever form of communication you use) but they didn’t reply. yes, I would take back any ill will I wished upon that person, obviously*. He tried to kiss me on the dance floor, I got weirded out, and he convinced me to give him my number so he could take me out and make it up to me. It turns out Mark and I were a great match, creepy drunken behaviour excepted. But hey, at least I got another story out of it, because he was the inspiration behind this post (FYI, you really should think twice before ghosting a blogger, especially one who writes a series called The Last Time I Saw You, heh). When someone ghosts you, you’re left in a state of limbo – the rational side of you knows that the person is no longer interested, but you still hold out a bit of hope.
Ghosting is sort of a funny term to me, because ghosts haunt you, popping up when you least expect them. We met up once or twice a week for a couple of months, and it was a really fun start to a relationship. I wish that I could say that I played it cool and just let it go, but he really pissed me off. There are those horrible few days when you check your phone a lot more than usual, thinking they might just have been really busy (although as my friend crudely but accurately says, “If you can shit, you can text”) or something happened to their phone (though with text, Whats App, Facebook, and email, just to name a few, that’s hardly an excuse anymore…
I thought things were going really well; he even called me out of the blue once when he was feeling stressed, asking to meet up “because I always made things better.” It felt like we were on track to something great. not to mention you can easily see if someone has been active on social media).
We were supposed to meet up on a Sunday night at 8pm in my local pub. Ghosting is such a cowardly act, and not only that, it’s .