☝️ Jacky people like me because I like them. That's all. It helps immensely that I do not have an untreated personality disorder and don't fuck with people and don't constantly allude to gnostic goings-on behind the scenes and don't have to tell people that I'm not really a creepy stalker while leaving messy crumbs all over the place that look pretty creepy-stalkery 🤷
Well let's test your theory, do you get along well with people who think you're shallow and like you
anyway? Also, I don't have to tell people that I'm not a creepy stalker, I just I'm used to it due to the habits that I've developed in my formative years, as well as... I do kind of get off on it now when people freak out —“why are you running away? Stop, take this lasagna or I'll shoot some glass!” *CRASH* "Wait, I have another lasagna!!" *CRASH* “HANG ON! HANG ON! TWO MORE LAS— NO, NOT THE CLOTHESLINE! LET ME FINISH! LET ME FINISH! *CRASH* "Can you at least leave me with a fork?”— and in my experience, whether I'm joking or not and they are gonna end up running anyway, anyway, so, really, at this point, what difference does it make
what you decide on to do with me in Star Chamber, although I must say if you imagine me to be a person who fucks with people that's going to be a pretty fucking shortlist of people for the last 7 years so I was wondering how do I fuck with people without getting laid or is that supposed to be some sort of information that the word fuck with is supposed to be bad like typically people should I be fucking with an animal or a mineral or an amateur ham radio set up like what exactly is okay to be fucked with but not people okay so don't manipulate people don't fuck with people what is okay to do with people and let's fucking get back to me on that with your fucking starships,
T. Jefferson.
I don't think this process will lead to an authentic result if basic logical fallacies are continued to be used as actual weapons, unless it's seriously a Kill ‘em all minus (1) one deal. In which case, Ralph, start killing me.
And in the case of the messy crumbs over the place, she left and took all the dust pans with her and as a result all the brooms have died. Additionally I don't think you understand what's going on here at all in my social life:
It's not that I can't make friends that people don't like me and I'm insecure and I'm certainly not suffering from any untreated diagnoses what is happening is that until this is done I'm on strike.
I don't need your fucking tits of advice to tell me how to make friends, buddy, let's see you do it once in a while. Oh wait then again extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence except for people in your little club. Got it. Unbelievable.
And, in conclusion, I'm actually trying to look unappealing in order to avoid foreign entanglements. I don't give a shit if you think that I'm supposed to be making everything pretty for everyone, I'm a Virgo, not a Libra, get it together marshmouth. I don't hear you expressing the same interest in what you think I should give a shit about what you think you should do.
I'm thinking I have to begin to understand what's going on here, and you could continue that process fairly efficiently and with so great amount of efficacy it staggers my imagination when I think about how I'm going to express it to you but you didn't understand you have some latent hostility and sarcastic annoyance that is woefully misplaced when used my direction and until I understand why you have such a big fucking attitude problem, irrespective of how properly my attitude may be able to be personally changed on a corporate level to get along with somebody like you, there is still the matter of my cycle shielding with the mirror component which means I'm rubber and your glue and all your pissy little stitch ass comments that fucking annoy the shit out of everyone who sees them for what they are, completely unconscious and the product of a lack of self-awareness expressions of your own personal fears of your own inadequacy. I mean well I'm sure they're going to know you too... as soon as... KEYSER SOZE OPENS THE FLOODGATES!!
You might want to remember that I was summoned here and I'm not staying for what you think I'm staying for and I'm cool if you want to be a spectacularly poor role model for children, but I must tell you I think you're compensating for something... That being the idea that somebody might actually like you for something other than your fucking sex parts or your fucking sex drug trade, or your fucking pastries or whatever the fuck you got going on, and while at one point the courtesy of your reply was mandatory given that had a cross off my list to finish the phase, there was no expectation on my part whether you're reaction was going to be positive or negative and the fact that it is relentlessly negative and you were blaming me for that reaction from you is the most obsequious and sipid and insane bullshit I've heard in fucking weeks.
So, basically, it's impossible to take you seriously. And, I still think you're an interesting person, doesn't particularly change my ambivalence in anyway at all, and I've begun to consider your statement about people liking you because you like them and I'm wondering if there might be something more involved. Oh but there's that ambivalence again.
Dude. like, seriously. what. I'm sure your untreated personality disorder really helps you completely not pay attention to the absolute lack of interpersonal awareness you exhibit.
For example, I like to hear all about how you think I fuck with people. Because maybe I am doing something and you don't know what it is and you are fucking with me by deliberately not knowing what it is and pretending like you do. It's a little hard to say, whether that's something you're doing intentionally or it's just to prove your Virgo nature oh wait no you're the Libra that expects everybody to kiss your ass and be friends with you cuz you're so wonderful well fuck you a bunch, I am being nice.
You obviously don't have very many real friends, and probably not a single one with a dick. Let me ask you something have you ever had a relationship with somebody a friendship of any kind where you really like each other but it didn't fucking work? Did you try just liking each other more and turning liking each other into a job or how did that work out or did you just walk away and disappear a little earlier than usual? And I'll admit it I don't really care about this questions but I find your exhibitionism of an untreated personality disorder to be quite arousing indeed.
Once again: you are a troll.
