In BG3 hell, but at least Gale's here

Love when people make inflammatory posts that don't literally say what they're implying and if you argue with them, a gaggle of people will tell you that "you have poor reading comprehension, sweaty."

Today I got a spam comment on a fic I wrote.

I think a lot of the time I draw and write with the assumption that I'll eventually make a couple of friends along the way. People who have time and interest in me that I have equal for them. Then I see discourse about how you should only write for yourself and any desire for people to look at what you make is framed like some kind of moral or ethical failure. Spiritually selfish. I'm sure the people who say shit like that have some specific person in mind. But damn. I gotta be honest, that shit gets to me. I just want two friends. Or one friend. I'll negotiate. Yet the discourse loves to be hyperbolic and black and white. Feels like shit, dude. Am no not allowed to desire? To long? To yearn for understanding and companionship? I'm allowed to write about it but not want it. Got it.

I really hope that paying off this very large loan will break my paralytic curse in a couple of months. I haven't been able to motivate to do anything since about October. It's been forcing and struggling to get anything at all on any page.

My for you page is getting really weird and mean bc I will stop and read any block of text or look at comment sections when people are aggressive.