Calling B for Butterfly

[rinue]

I'm feeling very intellectually lonely lately for a lot of reasons, but one of the main ones is that I've recently had a lot of interactions which go like this:

Friendly Aquaintance: Compared to me, you're an expert in [subject area]. Could you tell me more about how [subject area] relates to [idea I had]?

Me: Sure! I don't know how much you know, so here's some basic stuff and then if you're interested here's some weird details you might find fun.

Considerably Less Friendly Aquaintance: It's offensive that you act like you know more than me.

I'm pretty sure this is a coincidence rather than a difference in how I'm behaving, but it makes me not want to talk to anybody ever again. Especially since sometimes [subject area] is me.

Comments

[rinue]

I know everybody thinks they're the most wounded one. I could call it human nature, but I think it's not really; I think we can do better than that. I try to. I look at the generosity of people who have been through much worse than I have, and I hope I can live up to it. But it's hard for me some days. I take things too personally that are probably not much about me, and am probably just as quick to take offense. Quicker, even. I run on offense.

[knaveofstaves]

Dem Aquay-quay be cray cray all the day day. They best get out of your way ... way or they'll be writing a check their body can't pay.

pay.

[rinue]

Eh, I think everybody's just been extra spiky lately, all raw skin. Me included.

[knaveofstaves]

Yeesh. "One day it will be pleasing ..." and all that. =)

[rinue]

Yes, I suppose if it ends with the founding of the Romie empire we'll be all right.

[bevjunior]

i'm just like beyond done with the end of days. apocalypse, take me away.

[rinue]

Yeah. I spend hours just crying, cumulatively, off and on through the day. Just sitting there crying. Just out of nowhere. Because it is altogether too much.