shut up jay, we're tired of hearing it.

it's not that i want to be right all the time, i just want to help people be less wrong.

yet for some reason when i become the goddamned voice of reason, i'm the one who gets made out to be a monster. half the time people are holding pitchforks and they don't even know why, they're doing it because someone told them to.

apparently "personal accountability" is a very nasty thing to suggest to people. especially those who have built up incredibly complicated fantasy worlds to live in.

If I am no longer a priority, you are no longer an option.

I have been let down too hard and too many times by friends, family, and strangers.

I am done being nice. I have spent years labouring with the unfairly yoked title of being an asshole. The NICER I have been, the worse it has gotten. No one takes me seriously when I'm gentle. People only pay attention when I'm the bad guy. And they only pay long enough attention to turn it into a fucking witch-hunt. I am being punished and tharted at every chance and opportunity to do the right thing.

I continually get crucified for daring to speak out. If I am not dismissed, I am mocked. Or sometimes even threatened.

I am now getting concerned letters by multiple people. They are all asking me about how I can keep dealing with this shit on a regular basis.

It has gotten so bad that people see it on a regular basis. It is no longer just a case of lamenting poor luck, these are real live people living objectively and unattached from all of this that are now starting to see it. People are starting to *see* it. The abuse is now public. I have to take that as a warning, and I have to accept it as validation for a lot of the fears and nagging doubts that have plagued me for far too long.

So we are done. If you are not by my side then it is because you don't care enough to stand next to me. And I will give no more attention to those who won't be seen in my company.

I am loyal to a fault. My fault ends now. My allegiances no longer just spin in one direction. I am no longer fighting against that current. Now it gets to carry me. Now I let everyone else fight to keep up.

The rest of you are on your own. I am done offering my help, aid, or assistance. You will be met with grim indifference, no matter how hard you suffer. And if you ask, you will be met with scorn. Because fuck you.

Because if you weren't a part of the hate, you didn't do enough to stop it.

And this will go on for as long as it has to.

P.S. My loved ones have a free pass. However I don't love as many people as all of you might think.