

I apologize for making you read them. I did not consider that you had feelings worthy of hurting, but next time, I will attempt to think of you. I know that when I type, you’re forced to read them, so just pretend that I’m typing Bill Pullman’s speech from Independence Day each time, and that might make things easier. If you are unable to do this, please retrieve a hammer or other blunt instrument and smash all of your phones and computers and other electronics in your local vicinity, and you will find that you can no longer read my comments.
Yeah, I also think it’s completely fair to criticize me for not knowing something. Seriously, if I don’t know something, feel free to let me know because how else am I gonna learn it if I don’t know?
Like, I don’t want it to sound like I’m making a joke, I’m not a genius, I can’t recognize every warning sign for what it is, I don’t know a whole lot about a whole lot, and a lot of my knowledge is learned by people telling me something, me researching a few things pretty casually, and me thinking about a few things. I’ve unlearned several things I thought was true, and I might even have to unlearn some of those when I find out that’s wrong. I don’t want you to think that’s a point of pride, I want the pride to be that I’m open to being wrong, and I’m going to defend what I think is right against what I think is wrong.
So, like, open season for you. Have at.