If I seem a little non-talkative...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

...I'm having a very bad month, head-wise.

I am making a very strong effort to not treat you all like a pack of plotting hyenas, though.  So that's something.

[LMNO, PhD (life continues)]

... And it's not even February yet. Shit.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

... And it's not even February yet. Shit.

Close enough.  The difference between now and a couple of years back is that the severity is much lower, and I know it's happening.

Example:  I know Enabler isn't really poisoning my food.  I still have to force myself to take the first bite.

Difference is, now I CAN force myself.

I'm not posting much, because my default position is that everything everyone says is a sly insult of some kind, and that I'm being ignored or shunned.  I know this isn't the case, but it's hard to shake that feeling.

[Eater of Clowns]

Sorry to hear that, Roger.

I'm totally a plotting hyena, though.  Not against you, but yeah, always plotting, always with the sinister laugh.

Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Sorry to hear that, Roger.

Worse things happen to people every day.

Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.

Mine has a full-out hard on.

[Eve]

It's good that you're aware of the patterned thinking, and doing what you can to combat it. Take care of yourself.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's good that you're aware of the patterned thinking, and doing what you can to combat it. Take care of yourself.

Oh, no problem there.  I'm in RICHTER MODE.

This involves watching everyone around me like a hawk, in case they lunge at me suddenly.  This doesn't work on Richter, mind you.  He's already moving, and it's too late.

[Richter]

Hang in.
For what it's worth, if I ever decide to enact your demise you will have warning so we can build huge fucking horrormechs and duke it out in the desert with proper film coverage.

Sorry to hear that, Roger.

I'm totally a plotting hyena, though.  Not against you, but yeah, always plotting, always with the sinister laugh.

Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.

We're still on for carrion and cackling at lost caravan travelers tomorrow, right?

[Cramulus]

Aw Rog, sorry to hear your head's buzzing. You kick ass and I hope you feel better soon.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Hang in.
For what it's worth, if I ever decide to enact your demise you will have warning so we can build huge fucking horrormechs and duke it out in the desert with proper film coverage.

"Don't fire until you see the whites of their headlights", Richter said while hoisting an RPG7 onto his shoulder, "I mean, we have plenty of ammo, but it's not sporting."

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Aw Rog, sorry to hear your head's buzzing. You kick ass and I hope you feel better soon.

Thanks.  This gets milder and less frequent as time goes on, but this particular one's a bugger.

[spaceboi]

And while you're worried everyone's plotting, I'm sitting here, worried that I come of as offensive, obnoxious and stupid to everyone I meet.

I feel ya, dog.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

And while you're worried everyone's plotting, I'm sitting here, worried that I come of as offensive, obnoxious and stupid to everyone I meet.

I feel ya, dog.

You are obnoxious, though not offensive or stupid.

Thing is, 99% of the people I know that are worth knowing are obnoxious.  I know I am.

[LMNO, PhD (life continues)]

EoC, I'm so sorry to hear about your matriarch's penis.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Roger, feel free to hit me up on PM's if you need to talk it out. I remember the paranoia I was in a couple years ago. Its not a good place. Imma second what Eve said about recognising the pattern, it's half the battle.