Damn it woman! He wasn't my friend!

That doesn’t mean I hated him or was an enemy to him, but I didn’t really know him. He was practically a stranger to me. I simply was not comfortable enough to call him friend. There was nothing wrong with him, or anything like that, but I have met a lot of people, and do not offer friendship to just anyone right away. Turns out that is a good instinct considering how many “friends” have betrayed me or people who pretended to be nice suddenly did something horribly hostile and cruel to me when I wasn’t there. So, nobody gets into that circle unless I know I can trust them.

I believe I can trust you because I know you are a capable and reliable person, and any person who is capable and reliable will reject evil at all times because evil only is self-destructive, unproductive, inefficient, boring, stupid, and pointless. It is a total waste of time at all times and no matter how much they try to deny that, it always proves to be even more of a waste of time the longer that it is allowed to continue while they try to justify it. The moment you identify evil, even if you don’t understand all the details, stop it immediately. Take action to end it at once and then learn all that you need to after it is no longer a problem because of what it is doing. Knowing something is evil is all you need to know to have the authority to totally annihilate it—render it non-existent.

Later on after I had time to talk to that person, because he was a guest from another military command who I honestly did not know, I would say we became friends. Nothing particularly close but, I knew I could trust him and rely on him to be good wherever he is or whatever he is doing for himself or others who are important to him. That doesn’t have to involve me, but if I know they are going to be out there hurting good people on purpose because they are evil, then I am not going to be their friend. Circumcisers do that a lot. They do not think Gentiles are people, humans, or with any rights, and they think about us, do things to us, and are entirely hateful in the way they go about their lives while embodying that hateful, hostile, and totally false concept.

I don’t even know if that was applicable, but I don’t care. I was with him, was I not? That was by choice. What was not a choice was whether or not I could go alone, but his company was tolerable in my opinion, even though other people did not feel comfortable around him at first. I didn’t see an issue with him, and I was a junior in command to him! He was a higher rank than me. That’s not so important at that level, but it does make a bit of a difference between E5 and E6, not quite like E6 and E7 or to any of the officer ranks, but you just aren’t allowed to be friends with your superiors like that. It’s… professionally inappropriate. However, that does not mean that you cannot form positive, healthy, and good social bonds with them, but you likely aren’t going over to hang out, spend your off time, and do casual civilian activities with them often. Sometimes it’s okay, like when you are out on deployment and have a similar interest because they can’t go out alone either, but… you get the idea.

You women… you people!!! You have so many misconceptions about me that you carry around like heavy burdens you don’t need! They are most likely not true. If you think something about me that is a problem, confront me. Tell me what it is. Demand an explanation and understand what I meant when I said or did something. In case you didn’t know, I have ASD, and what that means is that especially before I knew that was the case, I often do not communicate effectively, and in fact communicate catastrophically because of how I just perceive things differently… it’s hard to explain.

Someone socially affluent would have known that saying what I said could have been phrased differently, but in my mind, what I understood was to express it like that, and it wasn’t intended as hateful or hurtful! It was just a simple truth, and besides you were the one who assumed something by my association with him that was negative— and I don’t even remember what it was, but I think that’s why I responded the way I did.

Why don’t you ever communicate? You are worse than the damn spooks I have haunting me every moment of every day, and even in my sleep when I can’t dream in peace without spooks trying to poke around!

Take that god damn dildo out your cunt for a moment, pick up the phone, and say something! You got a problem? Stop keeping it! Resolve it! Then you will no longer have that problem as a burden.

What is so scary about falling in love with me? If you don’t want to do something, say so and I will respect what you say, even if that means I no longer respect you. I cannot read your mind, nobody can, at least not with enough confidence to know the truth, and thus you have to communicate in language!