I mean, if I'm not revolving my life around your writing, and actually like you as a person and not as a producer of entertainment, then that's you setting yourself up for a chump. Makes perfect fucking sense. Just like I only make art so my friends can ooh and ahhh over it, and not out of any inner drive or innate sense of satisfaction over it. If they fail to fully appreciate the gift I'm giving them by allowing them to be an audience for my beads and don't show me proper appreciation, they're basically backstabbing betrayers who are setting me up as a fool and I know better than to continue treating them like human beings.
Who needs friends? It's all about ADMIRERS and an AUDIENCE.
Naw, that's not entirely accurate.
I walked into the house last week talking to you on the phone, pretty damn happy because I had a chance to talk to my friend. When I hung up the phone, Jenn asked me who I was talking to. I said I had been talking to you. Keelin says "Well, get ready for a kick, then." Jenn just shook her head.
"Every time you and Nigel get along, you get bitch-slapped, Dad. For a smart guy, you're pretty dumb. Hell, last month you were all bent out of shape because she took the time to laugh at you in public".
(bear in mind, I'm paraphrasing from memory, here.)
The very next thing you say to me? Page 66-67. I was a little out of sorts because Paes and a few others were into the story, so *I* was into the story, then everyone got busy.
You were still right, of course, and you were in the post I'm responding to. It's a character flaw that I'm going to have to deal with. But in the meantime, I look dumb as fuck to my wife and my daughter. The part that stings is that THEY are right, too.
I respect the hell out of you. You're smart and you have integrity and you have drive.
But I as I was trying to get across to you last time around, you also have an almost preternatural ability to find fracture points and a compulsion to whack 'em. And since we're being candid, I haven't really ever gotten over that laughter. I can deal with being hollered at, I don't deal with contempt too well. Or at all.
So you do what you gotta do. I'm gonna spend the next few weeks convincing my daughter that I'm not entirely a fool.
Wow, seriously? I don't like getting guilt-tripped about not having time to play on the forum, so I say so, and that makes you look the fool? So, clearly it's ME doing the guilt-tripping and setting you up. Clearly, the common denominator isn't you saying shitty guilt-trippy things on the forum, it's that I respond to them.
OK then. Have a nice life.