I thought you said you were going to stop this shit last night?!
I don't think that one was to you, although I would be hard pressed to remember that it makes much difference. Not many known people, lots of dots to connect, and, I guess I did stop it. And I guess it started again? I am unclear on the target of your ire, other than my ethics in general.
First of all, it's not the scrolling. It's the
mystic content. You know it's there. You don't control it, you don't like it, you don't even know it. Eewww, gross. Well, I can see what I can do by either doing it less often, or make it more occluded. On the other hand if it is the ongoing scourge of personal embarrassment I bet someone can bust out
The Time Warp on the kazoo and you can jump right up and get started. Now as for any of that, I don't know, and I don't even know who you are.
Hey, here's an idea, I'll start issuing roughly issuing
Halt! commands whenever I see anything that triggers my cognitive dissonance. Further, while I enjoyed the distribution of a tale I could have delivered anytime, that wasn't really the best time, and because of that, I did it anyway and assumed it would be gotten to in Divine Timing. I further assume that it won't matter either way.
I'm also unclear on this embarrassment thing. A sign of the maladaptive mind is the awesome assumption that the listener always knows exactly what you're talking about, which leads to things like what we have right here right now, which was, if you had a single plot of ground to erect an easel on that one, and then you could paint a picture of a person that looks like someone you might want to pay heed too, instead of one kept at heel. Now I'll be honest. It's nice to talk about anything anytime with you, since I like your writing and you've only recently begun to complain again, but even I do not even know what you are embarrassed about, and so, am I to just do nothing, or less of an unknown quantity, or, if you like, let me share how embarrassed I feel on a constant basis through the power of emotive dance: //o\\ That's a funeral pyre. It's a dance for cinders. Now, as near as I can figure, any attention at all gets you embarrassment unless it matches your protocol, and #1) been awhile, #2) look I can just be fled.
oops I am embarrassed. in any event I do not seek embarrassment for people and the stone cold fact is that I think you're actively seeking to promote and enjoy my embarrassment just as an aside. A chilling effect. Yet, consider: what if someone you didn't think hated you wrote the same? These are reasonable questions for a relative observer to have, and I agree with you, I am fullytoeson embarrassed right now. Why did this... oh, yeah, two (blanks) got rescued and you might recognize one or both. I didn't have much to do with it, besides remembering absolutely nothing useful.
I thought you said you were going to stop this shit last night?!
I'm a fucking ghost, Tootsie. (It confused me when you called me an anti-semite. I just though you were just kinda ig & cruel, but as you know I know whas a semite is, but I didn't know who the fuck that was and I was using a forum surrounded by people who also knew me, that I couldn't know back, and now know is basically typing class, anyway, it has haunted me. anon being insulting/cattty cant tell why and I guess it was ironic? I don't know why you would remember.)
Okay, that one is embarrassing, check. Or is it? Another one, I can't remember, however it seems clear now, wow! you hated me lots! It must be due to the fact that I denied you my essence... no? I still am puzzled by what sound drop you squeezed off there, "this isn't working" okay sure and you couldn't be bothered. Oh, but you could have been long enough to get your dope and to poke and prod me in front of other males who actually could breathe right. I'm not whining but when I consider it, I am of course able to see it quickly. But that's not what you did with me. Oh no... you made it special, and it was for a solid reason, I am sure.
I still couldn't breathe correctly but I didn't know anything about what caused it. And, well, you neither liked the kissing or the me enough to find out... bye dude! See you in a few years, HH down to Cali, hey uh... hold on. So you ki... oh, right.
This is one of those "embarrassing" things then. Tell you what. I won't go into this here. I knew it was the same setup gig when someone is taking me to meet a girl who says she likes me (yeah, sure, right.) and then in school someone is deliberately playing loud audio of a personal nature to provoke. I see all this as one event. No one paid attention to me, ever. So if there were any it would be typically part of an event. So some guy takes me out to see if I pass the test of mettle, and you're sending me IDFK, like didn't you just sound like you liked whatever name came out of a hat? I don't remember. I was dim, dull, and totesdrugless, and you were bright and vivacious and suddenly, much more popular once you started railing adderall DX, or whatever it was. I don't like sounding like this. It was horrible and I didn't even know. anyway, yeah, so you picked my name out of a hat or whatever, and then when presented with the situation, I got it over with. And here's why: you didn't wait on anything for me, and if I had waited, you likely would have made me feel small, because the whole thing didn't seem like you were interested, and I kinda didn't want to point out that you were really just kinda obviously trying to get a particular condition arranged.
I couldn't be directed, so, replace the cast. It wasn't that you did, it was how you did, it was without due attention to why, which was, some guy showed up and told yo uwhat I had done, and he did it in a way that made me less appealing, because I had fewer neurotransmitters, I wasn't on drugs, I didn't have every hot guy or just guy in school looking at you.
I had a medical condition and a growing awareness that it was basically fake. you drove for 3d goal markers and I was left behind and there was no hope even in person. Oh, but you got your stuff, and I obliged by making myself a cliffdiver so your mom wouldn't think it was just like you were just using me. (Not just you.) I couldn't believe, most of all that you thought I couldn't see it.
So, I'm over it, but rather than pick up with a new girl I just burned out the school and fled. I didn't have any energy, no one wanted to give me fuel, or whatever, and you were all, #peace! (What could you do about it? You could barely get your own hormone pills) I had hope and your plan confused me and it just seemed obvious to me, HEY YOU USED ME TO SCORE, which would be fine, right? but it was supposedly a secret, and you're like the only two women in my life to ever talk to me. (Cool.) And you ran some game without the truth in it. Sure, lie to me, what could go wrong. Well, nothing, ten years later I was mostly over it, I didn't dwell on it, Sue knew why I was pissed and what was she gonna say? Because you were careless too Yeah? So? That happens, and I thought that's all, and now I know why some things were awkward, and with the nose and the belly gone it's actual, and of course... I don't think you think of me at all.
Why am I doing this? Something about embarrassment. I have an idea.
Did he say "...I'm not gonna lie..?"
Your slights upon me are some of the most petty shit I have ever seen, so. Not only are you, like, each others names holders, like who are you? you know what's going on here, and really, I ain't got a clue.
Having said that, I am obviously not macking on your wife, so unless I'm writing too many big words, I don't get the heatred. I imagine some of it is from an erroneous believe that you know about anything in my life. Here an embarrassment: this whole experience.
At first I suddenly realize that the person I asked for help was openly lying about it, reasons un clear but now wants attention. Well, let's see... where is T.? She's not writing back, and there must be a reason. Still don't know it. She does something back, not clear how. It's shady and cagey. Because, like, I'm a danger?
Okay, so there's like four embarrassments and put five on top, before Trollda, no idea who, not even my business, I ain't demanding answers, but okay, you and your mangang, tee-hee! hey there's Kuczi we've been ragging on him for approximately 20 fucking years and the poor fat fuck can't even breathe, we don't know that, and we wouldn't give a ashit if we did. we take the speed his "ex" gf shares with us, we laugh athe condoms she buys, etc... and you fucking know it, too. now that I have oxygen and I know my life, I can see how to push and roll you around. It's easy. For me. you're the one embarrassed. by feelings about me. care to cringe? Cool.
So even though I've been around, right? Oh, well, now it's meeeee. Now you all simile, I mean, it was cheerful, but it was your advantage and my ignorance and me kinda wondering? But no one tells me much. Why would they? don't know how to fuck or score drugs are project happy self-confidence. Nevertheless, I'm kinda okay. I have been writing a lot before, right? Totes, and somehow you say who you are today, and then, it's like, oh, there goes Kuczi, being embarrassing. What's embarrassing? Obviously, that I am here, and your pimp handlers are making it clear, they dominate your flesh. Now, that's embarrassing power.
It was okay for you before I showed up though.
I thought you said you were going to stop this shit last night?!
Been on Azzgab for a year, posting like normal, no idea Master Trollda, T. NONE. my supposed "girlfriend" only tells me to shut up and suck her handlers dick. doesn't even mention she's hooked up with some girl who thinks I hate her, no, I think you had no idea what you were doing and you were careless and, uhm, duh? So you're having a whole nother life and I'm not invited because I hate gay people, no, you just didn't like something and you blamed me, okay so fucking everyone knows it's you, and then, I finally realize, wow, Allison just fucking lies to me, and I think about it, and figure it out, and then I arrow at you... and, oh no. You're embarrassed thobe found. but you're here with your team. they all know me too. Suddenly, I activate and wake up and say hi, hi hi, As if I don't know shit. And I don't. And then on that, you're embarrassed. Is it new embarrassment? Well, yeah, I found out where you were and I didn't even have to ask. So I guess you felt safe for year, real safe, because why would you have anything to do with me? Oh, but since I -knew- it was you, I would do.. .what? ust start spontaneously start stalking you?
I was not clear on details but it seemed like someone who wanted to talk to me would do so. You ignored me and fucked my girlfriend. I mean, sure. Enjoy. I was bad why, how? Well, not a girl, sure, but... look, I asked her to look and she blanked me for year and that's wicked cold shit. that's not anything civil. Now, tell me again, y'all problems with jme why? Wall, competition, and, I don't care about acting sober 24/7. So I show up and even though I've been there, it's embarrassing you. To whom? Your toadies? That you... look, whatever.
