I’m aware, and that’s fine. It’s the fact that you keep beating me with it that gets bothersome.
Just, like, leave it implicit and I’ll be fine. I don’t even care if your kin chime in with nasty remarks. I’ll take those as my due; I’m perfectly aware I’ve earned them. But you should know better by now. Being blunt isn’t going to make you any progress. You might make some progress through ancillary stuff, but once you get to the crux of things I’ll just meet you with equal and opposite stubbornness until I get sick of it, give you the finger, literal or metaphorical, again, and literally or metaphorically walk off.
I do learn and change, Arrendis; just not often the ways others want me to.
I like you. But you’ve been a pain, and even if I understand why my tolerance for it is pretty depleted.