Everybody privately shit-talks everybody. The phone always listens to it and records it. A viral hack that turns all this shit-talking into texts. Everybody in the world suddenly gets a thousand shit-talking texts from their family, friends and associates. Society dissolves.
I’m confused. What does this have to do with the fact that you’re being difficult?
You changed your position. Good. I knew that. See how that last comment of mine was in past tense? But that does not absolve you for the comments you made and continue to make.
Nothing in how you’re acting makes me think you’ll be nicer about it the next time you get your mind changed. And that’s what I’m telling you to change.
It’s like teaching a fencepost to play the piano.
Why do you do that?
The only possible interpretation I can make here, is that you just put together a sentence for the sole purpose of trying to upset me.
That is not a nice thing to do. No mature adult should ever need to go there.
Yet you have.
Why can’t you just… Not?
Hm. Ask a question, then answer your own question, then enjoy a satisfying climax. Very efficient.
I’m asking why you can’t be nice. Or failing that why you don’t want to be.
That you aren’t, is obvious. And not an answer to anything.
You’ve now admitted to being intentionally malicious.
That’s NOT an improvement.
Scamper along. Seriously.
Is that the meanest “go away” you can manage?
Really?
Just block me. Or stop responding, even.
I keep replying because that’s what I do when there’s even a fraction of a chance I get through.
I will repeat the same paraphrased ideas at you over and over, so that even if you only read every other sentence, the full idea might make it into your head.
Wtf is wrong with you