If you can’t be considerate enough to be direct enough with me to tell me how much you want me to correspond with you, and how you want me to correspond with you, you can’t — or at least, you shouldn’t, but if you’re reading this you should be able to tell how that went — blame me, as an autistic person, for not knowing how much you want me to correspond with you, or in what way. But I’m not going to play into any attempts you may make to manufacture drama. If you’ve decided that you no longer want to be friends with me, it is what it is. I’m not going to fight with you, or “hard chat” you, or… whatever it is that people who used to use America Online, who have since migrated over to Discord, are now doing. As I’ve said more than once, I am too old for drama. I don’t have time for drama. I can spare the occasional thought in regards to it, and maybe a blog post whenever something happens, but aside from that I’m not going to carve out time in my life or my schedule for this sort of thing beyond those parameters. I will not give myself to drama any further.

Times like these make me regret the fact that my mother let the computer babysit me as I grew up. I learned a lot of functional skills from it, but still. Things like this almost make the whole thing in general not worth it.