Indeed, I do find it somewhat amusing that seemingly every other post on a communications platform is being used for declarations of intent to cease all communications.
I do not Have an Accurate Count, but I Believe the number to be Between 5 and 10 Times.
At this point, the āIm done talking to youā trope is Jenneths signature line.
Usually because Iām talking to Arrendis.
What can I say? Sheās interesting enough that I often end up responding to her reply, and at any rate end up giving her another go after a couple weeks.
You, like her, could choose to not say anything. Every reply from either of you is always signed with a āIāM THRU W/ Uā and then it just never stops. At least stop ending posts like that. Just for consistencyās sake?
If itās for consistencyās sake shouldnāt I keep it going?
All of you show all the signs of having spent way too much time talking to each other.
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Maybe so. ā¦ I kind of love this place, you know? Diverse backgrounds. Real discourse. Extended, detailed reasoning. Itās good.
Only ā¦ egos, including maybe mine. Bitter, entrenched disputes. Apocalyptic thinking. Hate. āShitpostingā-- IE, intentionally posting something noxious and of low quality, fouling the waters.
This place has such potential, and it mostly goes to waste-- a pattern that seems reflected in the larger world. It gets ā¦ so tiring. People joke, but Iāve barely been here in months.
And yet, this is still one of my favorite places. Itās like watching people dropping industrial waste in my garden. ā¦ and maybe Iām poisoned, too, and poisonous.
I donāt know what to do.
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You used to travel, didnāt you?
You appear to be wrong.
Yeah. That was before ā¦ a lot of stuff.
Itās less doable, now. I have responsibilities and people Iām close to. Loved ones. I still like to wander when I get the chance, though thatās pretty rare. Also, the word āvacationā has, ah, not been a happy word for me for a few years now.
In a pretty real way, it seems that freedom and responsibility arenāt good friends. And with being trusted, and being trustworthy, comes responsibility.
There was maybe a certain amount of nostalgia in the immediate liking I took to you, Ms. Valtovist.
Theyāre not. But you have to have balance. Set boundaries. Carve out time for yourself. If you donāt, youāll just drive yourself insane.
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You and I might set our preferred boundaries in slightly different places, Arrendis. ā¦ Really, my way of thinking about it might seem a little insane to you.
Which might be why the non-negotiable thing you keep trying to negotiate just ends up frustrating us both.
From what Iāve seen, noā¦ not insane. Just deluded.
I can live with that. ā¦ Iāve been able to live with that. Can we just assume youāre never, ever going to talk me out of it and discuss other stuff instead? I mean, seriously, itās been like four years.
It must be tiring for you, too.
Not particularlyā¦ but then, I donāt know what youād want to discuss that wonāt eventually lead right back to things like you believing I want the Empire to burn.
I wonder why Iād think such a silly thing? ā¦ To an extent itās not even relevant, Arrendis. If you donāt, there are others close by who do, and very loudly. If my quarrelās not with you, then fine, itās not with you. You seem to kind of enjoy masks, anyway, and Iām aware that not every apparent political stance is necessarily aimed at what it appears to be.
Only, has it occurred to you that in such a drama Iād have to play my part, too?
In negotiation, itās often wise to focus on places where agreement of some kind might be reached. Even if you do inevitably come back around to the differences, the rifts might seem a little smaller, after. We can take hostility to the Amarr as read; itās inevitable, but also frankly boring. I get the āwhy,ā I just donāt share it, and I wonāt no matter how often itās said. Sometimes thereās a usually-horrifying new wrinkle, but it mostly stopped being interesting literally years ago.
Iām more interested in stuff like customs, folklore, religious beliefs, family structures, weirdnesses, needs and how to deal with them, or how to get you out of that disastrous mechanized costume that one time.
People. Ideas. Even ideals, if you can resist trying to drive them through my skull.
Weāre not the same. Iām okay with that. Iām comfortable. My perspectiveās not the only correct one; in fact I wonāt even really claim itās correct (Iām still at best a seeker, myself, after all, not at all a master). But itās mine, and it makes sense to me, and youāre not someone Iād trust to tinker with my head. The reasonās simple: I donāt think youāre any wiser than me.
But you are worth talking to, and I do like to talk, and I like to learn. That hasnāt changed at all. So can we maybe ā¦ just ā¦ do that? I wonāt even mind if you feed me some loaded material, like the Gallente did with the State after the Great War. Iām not scared of people trying to bring me around to their point of view, and of course the Amarr have been trying hard, too.
I wonāt pretend Iāll be easy to bring around; the Amarr have been finding me even a little frustrating. But Iām eager to find out what Iād learn along the way.
Iām just tired of fighting endlessly over the same blasted stuff.
Consistency according to the words youāve written rather than the past actions; I guess I couldāve been more clear. Iām just being grumpy all the time lately, so donāt mind me, stranger.
Itās okay, Charles. Itās not like it isnāt heartfelt each time itās said, but ā¦ well, yeah.
Itās gotten a little comical even to me.
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Yes, I know, which is why I said:
Because the thing you donāt want to get into? It literally forms the foundation of all of that for us, to one degree or another. Itās inescapable.