You know, you’re right about one thing. I got you and Jasmin confused yesterday. I’ve been working like a demon the past couple of weeks, and one of the first things to go is differentiation between haters in my memory banks.

Still, you took his concern for the issues too personally, and were in the okay-with-cyber-lynching cheering squad. Again, if you want to distinguish yourself, you should do that, and not claim to be clean when you were part of the problem.

That you’re being confused with unduly foul mouthed harpies ought to tell you something. I’m not a stick in the bum about cursing, but there’s a point. Anyway, it could be telling you that I am exhausted, but it could also be telling you that you’re blending in too well with a gaggle of nasty crazy chicks.

Obsidian wasn’t referring to you just to try to get your attention. He was trying to teach you something about men and where you may have been going wrong in your search and/or attraction. You chose to take that as “nutbar”ish…and to be honest, I’m starting to think this is what people who give a crap about women like your’s problems must be to go any further than, “Don’t let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.”

If you’re going to take a Black man caring about the women among his people getting into good, stable relationships as a sign of crazy, then you kinda don’t really deserve to get anything out of what he was posting, even if you were capable of grasping it.

I can say that my life is considerably less miserable since my confusion was cleared. Maybe someday you’ll experience that too. That’ll happen around the time you look back on the fact that one Black man was screwed in the head enough to take on your irrationality and try to help you, and feel gratitude instead of anger.