Rumors of my being psychic are greatly exaggerated. All I can go by is the words you say. Expecting me to know that you’re not being serious by osmosis doesn’t work. Sorry.
Also, why do you think any of this makes me feel better about myself? I’m fucking terrified. I’m fleeing my country because I’m so worried about my own child.
And yeah, you were mocking me for worrying about children. Not just worrying about children, but worrying about imaginary ones:
Will someone think of the imaginary children!
And when I just told you that I am terrified for actual children, including my own, you showed your hand by not even addressing that. You’re fine with real, actual children dying. They aren’t kids you’ll have to see die and you’ll never meet them, so no big deal, am I right?
You’ve made it abundantly clear that you could not give less of a shit if my or anyone else’s child in the U.S. dies. So I think we can all take note of that and move on. I may not be as astute as you expected, but I’m astute enough to recognize when someone doesn’t care if my kid lives or dies.
Expecting me to know that you’re not being serious by osmosis doesn’t work. Sorry.
Exactly, so why don’t you ask first if I am serious? And why try to tack on some meaning that wasn’t there from the start? I wasn’t joking, that was all you trying to be psychic. Don’t blame me.
why do you think any of this makes me feel better about myself?
Virtue signaling is my first guess. Also, you probably think it’s kinda fun to dunk on someone you think is dumb, wrong & serious, idk, I’ve seen you reply to others like that.
you were mocking me for worrying about children
If you want to be that obtuse, sure. I was mostly laughing at the old American tradition of bringing up the damn children for everything but whatevs.
you showed your hand by not even addressing that
Yes, that’s how that works. 😂🤣 I gotta be guilty of something, right? Just pull the blame out of a hat–it was me, I did it, yes. It was my fault that I forgot to soothe your fears because I was distracted by the overstuffed words in my mouth. I’m also sorry that my world doesn’t revolve around you. It’s truly despicable of me, I’m sorry.
You’ve made it abundantly clear that you could not give less of a shit if my or anyone else’s child in the U.S. dies
And you’ve made it absolutely clear that you don’t care about being subversive by undermining a conversation. Or that you’re an absolute drama queen who expects others to cater to you after you come after them.
I’m glad we each got our conclusions in before we parted ways. Idk, maybe you wan to go ackshually someone else.
I’m not putting any words in your mouth. It is clear from what you have said, and more importantly what you have not said, that you do not care if kids in the U.S. die.
You’ve had multiple opportunities to say otherwise. You have another one now. Feel free to surprise me and actually talk about why you actually do care about the lives of the very much non-fictional children like my own child.
I won’t be holding my breath after all that you’ve said so far.
Also, I’m so sorry your child–who won’t be in the US btw–has to suffer with the rest of the milk-chugging American children across the sea. Maybe your child is psychic, idk. It’s simultaneously a mystery and a tragedy.
I’m only surprised you didn’t claim my child is imaginary. Also, I really think you should head over to your nearest neonatal intensive care unit and tell grieving parents what you just told me about how we’ll all die eventually. They definitely need to hear that hard truth from you. Be sure you tell them it was their fault for having a baby in the first place too.
Rumors of my being psychic are greatly exaggerated. All I can go by is the words you say. Expecting me to know that you’re not being serious by osmosis doesn’t work. Sorry.
Also, why do you think any of this makes me feel better about myself? I’m fucking terrified. I’m fleeing my country because I’m so worried about my own child.
And yeah, you were mocking me for worrying about children. Not just worrying about children, but worrying about imaginary ones:
And when I just told you that I am terrified for actual children, including my own, you showed your hand by not even addressing that. You’re fine with real, actual children dying. They aren’t kids you’ll have to see die and you’ll never meet them, so no big deal, am I right?
You’ve made it abundantly clear that you could not give less of a shit if my or anyone else’s child in the U.S. dies. So I think we can all take note of that and move on. I may not be as astute as you expected, but I’m astute enough to recognize when someone doesn’t care if my kid lives or dies.
Exactly, so why don’t you ask first if I am serious? And why try to tack on some meaning that wasn’t there from the start? I wasn’t joking, that was all you trying to be psychic. Don’t blame me.
Virtue signaling is my first guess. Also, you probably think it’s kinda fun to dunk on someone you think is dumb, wrong & serious, idk, I’ve seen you reply to others like that.
If you want to be that obtuse, sure. I was mostly laughing at the old American tradition of bringing up the damn children for everything but whatevs.
Yes, that’s how that works. 😂🤣 I gotta be guilty of something, right? Just pull the blame out of a hat–it was me, I did it, yes. It was my fault that I forgot to soothe your fears because I was distracted by the overstuffed words in my mouth. I’m also sorry that my world doesn’t revolve around you. It’s truly despicable of me, I’m sorry.
And you’ve made it absolutely clear that you don’t care about being subversive by undermining a conversation. Or that you’re an absolute drama queen who expects others to cater to you after you come after them.
I’m glad we each got our conclusions in before we parted ways. Idk, maybe you wan to go ackshually someone else.
Tell me there’s no one you love and need to protect without telling me there’s no one you love and need to protect.
Tell me you’re still trying to put words in my mouth again without telling me you’re trying to put words in my mouth again.
Try harder, dude, it’s so obvious.
I’m not putting any words in your mouth. It is clear from what you have said, and more importantly what you have not said, that you do not care if kids in the U.S. die.
You’ve had multiple opportunities to say otherwise. You have another one now. Feel free to surprise me and actually talk about why you actually do care about the lives of the very much non-fictional children like my own child.
I won’t be holding my breath after all that you’ve said so far.
Also, I’m so sorry your child–who won’t be in the US btw–has to suffer with the rest of the milk-chugging American children across the sea. Maybe your child is psychic, idk. It’s simultaneously a mystery and a tragedy.
I’m only surprised you didn’t claim my child is imaginary. Also, I really think you should head over to your nearest neonatal intensive care unit and tell grieving parents what you just told me about how we’ll all die eventually. They definitely need to hear that hard truth from you. Be sure you tell them it was their fault for having a baby in the first place too.
Bye.
Enjoy being a ghoulish person.
You got the wrong impression but it’s not my delusion to undo.
I don’t have to. I do but I don’t have to for your capriciousness.
Thank you for proving my point. You couldn’t give less of a shit if children that you will never have to meet die.
I think we can move on now.
Yep sure, We’ll all die eventually. Sorry you have to hear that, maybe I should use spoiler tags so you can avert your delicate eyes.