Alright, since everyone seems to think that you’re *just uneducated*, I’m going to give this one. last. go. Especially considering how much of the clutter in my inbox is from you.
Let’s talk about how this blog happens.
These objects are called “books”
I have many, many more of them.
I have so many because I like them. I like them because you can open them up, and inside there are words, and sometimes pictures!
Sometimes, when I find a picture or some words I think are interesting, I look on somewhere called “the internet” to find out more about these ideas! Luckily, there are many, many places to go to find out about them!
You can also BUY MORE BOOKS on the internet! These books are made by people who have done a lot of reading, and a lot of writing, and are very knowledgeable about the topics in the books! Books like this one:
If you click the link, you can even read some of that book on the internet! Right now! You could totally do it!!!!!
Now, because I like books so much, I like to talk about them online with people who can’t buy the books, maybe can’t understand them very well, or with people who have read the books and want to talk about them, too!
Now, rather than sending message after message to the same person demanding “proof”, why not go to a book, open in up, and look at the words and images inside? Of course, I cannot make you do that, any more than I can make you believe any kind of “proof” you refuse to look at!
If being unable to force humans with free will to do my bidding and look inside a book, or an online version of a book, or an article written and published online, is according to you, a “failure”, then yes. I have failed. I have failed you, and I have failed us all.
I am a failure, my blog is a failure, because I cannot force your head physically with my hands into a book, pry open your eyelids, and somehow manipulate your optic nerves with telekinesis to READ THE SOURCES I HAVE ENDLESSLY PROVIDED.
We can all take our ball and go home now.
I told my sister I couldn’t do it anymore, and deleted the account. She was pissed, but surprised I had lasted this long. Too anxiety inducing, man, and I just…no. If someone’s bound to pop up, I can’t imagine it happening like this.
I’m sick and didn’t feel like cooking so I ordered a pizza, and when the kid got here he froze completely up. The kid wouldn’t even look at me, I had to literally put the money in his hand and ask him for my change.
I didn’t understand what his issue was, I wasn’t in the nude or anything…just wearing a band tee and sweats because I’m fucking dying over here. And then I remembered which band tee I was wearing, and this encounter made a whole lot more sense.