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May. 9th, 2020 09:45 amNo matter how good I am at something, I don’t get R’s reflexive need to hypercorrect me, in a weird antfucking nitpick way.
Me: the sky is blue. him “well, actually there’s some clouds.”
He just likes to be ACCURATE to within a microscopic level. I have to be EXACT.
It mostly just makes me feel like shit.
There’s going to be a fucking reckoning, i tell ya. Its like being pecked to death. my self confidence is fucking destroyed and I don’t think he realises he’s done this because for so long it’s peck peck peck.
Me: the sky is blue. him “well, actually there’s some clouds.”
He just likes to be ACCURATE to within a microscopic level. I have to be EXACT.
It mostly just makes me feel like shit.
There’s going to be a fucking reckoning, i tell ya. Its like being pecked to death. my self confidence is fucking destroyed and I don’t think he realises he’s done this because for so long it’s peck peck peck.
