|OH JUST STOP THAT.|
Look, you and I really should have a talk about your needs.
It is not impossible to be a grown up on social media. It is actually quite simple for you to live with other people’s faults and failings, if you care enough about them to begin with. To the people reading this who’ll still erroneously assume I’m about to give them a hard time? GO AWAY. I have something better to talk about today.
I suggest that if you want to keep friends in the Digital Age, there is one simple tip for doing so.
Remember you are an actual human being.
I think sometimes there are those I interact with who don’t think I notice their actions, but you’ll be surprised at what an anally retentive bitch I can be. That comes with the territory, and having a long memory means that you may happily think that something’s forgotten, but it really isn’t. If you consistently attempt to push me into situations where you hope I’ll react? Well, sometimes I just won’t either, and that’s because I know what you’re up to and no, I’m not playing. The reason why I’m writing this now is simple: I don’t care. Those particular haters who play the game I love? Nope. You don’t get to win any more. That’s it. I’m done with you.
|There are no more fucks to clumsily misplace.|
I’m not giving you the fight you so desperately want. I will not argue a contrary position any more. Unless you can be constructive and civil, this doesn’t even get to kick off. You’re on your own in the dressing rooms and I’m already taking the train home. It’s null and void, you get a walkover and it is so done that you can use the remains as charcoal. You won’t bait me, you’re not going to encourage me, and if you keep up with the psychology crap any more I’ll just laugh in your face.
Oh, and did I tell you how much I don’t care?
|THERE YOU GO.|
I know you won’t fuck off, because that’s how stupid works on the Internet. If I were Stephen Fry I’d leave. But I’m not, so you can just get in the fucking sea. Off you go.