I cannot believe you decided the best course of action was to demean me when I never ridiculed you nor stated assumptions about your character.

It has no bearing on my motivations for ridiculing the author, but I was actually forced to adapt to extreme emotional variance. You likely don't know anything academically about emotional self-regulation but the tools you used to become this way can also be used to become a damn Vulcan if you have a fucked up enough childhood.

You're not going to discuss the complexities of child development nor am I inclined to explain how trauma, mental regression, self deprivation, isolation, and a temporary breakdown of your ego combined with repeated emotional collapse wind up fucking with your cultivation.

I wish I could be as flippant about things as you. What I've done cannot be undone. For all I've wasted trying to protect and survive I'm still left with the common difficulty of enacting change. Not reacting to an idiot on reddit is unbelievably difficult when it concerns certain matters. Even when you want to change after the loss of another, it isn't simple.

When one is capable of ignoring naivety I'll envy them.