He's fine, she's fine, I'm fine, we're all fine here. How are you?
Conditions are being maintained. I do believe a difference of opinion has presented itself, as one key player appears in disbelief that they can handle the penance they have lined up for themselves. Well, I am here to simply say no. All that karma and penance can be handled, quite easily, and the faster one stops their fucking whining and buckles down and sharpens up on what is truly important in one's life, the easier and more pleasant enduring that time can be.
On the other hand, is everyone clear on something? These two yokels trifled with me. Essentially, they're dead to me, and their return to life is not my business. I wish them well? I hear lying and thinking one has gotten away with it is quite eye-opening when certain conditions are at work. For example, condition one--YOU THOUGHT TO TELL ME LIES WITH IMPUNITY.
I'm not sure how anyone doesn't know what happens on that. Inevitably. What am I supposed to do, shelter people from the consequences of lying... to myself? How would that even happen? It's nonsensical. Here's a consequence--anything inconvenient to deal with that I hear, from that point forward, I can just decide, "it's probably a lie, let's watch and make sure," whereas before, I would never even conceive of being so slack.
In any event, I am glad that this time between us worked out this way, because if anyone thought I was going to get on the fucking radio and start making a whole bunch of declarative statements on record, on a day like this, well, sadly, no. This inane, apopleptic bratlord can take all the time she likes to enable herself and the rest of her careless, irresponsible, and disgustingly unethical Sugar Snap Peas Gang for as long as whatever, and I don't see how I was ever involved, then or now, and since every time I brought up the subject, she dodged it, and I had earnestly been seeking aid the whole time... after 2.2 years of getting blown off and procrastinated for--"I need this now! And this other thing, and then tomrrow, and next week, oh thank you, okay now stop talking I need to rest and not think about how I'm scheming. Not while you can see my face, omg, no. Wait, what? You want me to do something at all? Listen, I will have you know, I bought you some clothes and I gave you some food, and most of the time, I expected you to do halfsies, and every single time I cannot believe you ever asked me to pay anything at all, but I learned fast that you would watch my children starve if you felt like it. You are so cheap, I wish I could get away with that, I hate you, I resent you, I do SO MUCH for you and YOU NEVER do anything at all for me! You don't even love me!" *click*
O RLY. lol. Was it a ploy? I've seen this kind of thing before. Never to such a self-blind degree. Oh, I never loved you, did I? Here, let me write all that down too, and then hot link this, and then cross ref that, and then, all of a sudden, you're on the hook for emotional abuse, false contract, a long tall glass of shut the fuck up, and, well--bye.
Oh, back again. Well, things are different now, and you did this. I'm fine. What is the problem now? "I backstabbed you." Is that something unusual now? So confused.
So... now I'm talking to (PROTECTED). Direct. Because guess what? I can tell them that my feelings are hurt, and they'll pretend to care, and it will still be more sincere than what you fronted as genuine care and concern.
It's the GabCast. They don't care either. There was ample opportunity--and they are mewling cowards. Cheers, sugar!
I win.
