I am again receiving some concerning DMs regarding things some stranger is apparently saying somewhere, out there on the web.

I'm going to be vague on purpose, because If You Know, You Know. Alternatively, If You Were Asking Or Concerned, Now You Know.

If something seems to good to be true- it's too good to be true. Based on what's being relayed to me, I can assure anyone reading this that I have absolutely no idea what anyone out there is smoking.

Just really weird for someone to be writing some insane fanficiton, considering the fact that I certainly didn't invite them into anything that would've been considered a private conversation, or shared any special privileged information with them, or hung out with them... this would be a stranger whose presence I met in a shared public space, online... and only then.

I do not rightly know where on this Earth they are getting any of the information from. Doesn't match up with the documented behavior or character, whichever works for you. Oh, and it's well-documented, so you'd best imagine that it doesn't exactly line up.

I don't know why I'm being co-opted into a narrative in such a fantastical way? I'm not sure I'm on par with whoever was suggesting I was just like them. I can probably guarantee that I'm not. Normally I would not say that, but whenever I speak up... it's because something has become extraordinarily questionable. Trying to somehow punch down and frame me in a particular negative light while trying to equate either of us together... yeah, I don't know about that.

I've even blocked the individual in question, a long time ago, for reasons that probably preempt whatever is going on out there. Don't know who or what told them anything they said.

Frankly, you shouldn't be going to random internet strangers for rumors. I have a style, and I'm a particular kind of individual. When it comes to these things, you can either consult the fact that the Internet Is Forever, or... ask me.

Like, go to the guy himself. The feasibly-no-nonsense guy. Right?

Pretty sure this is the same individual who desperately wanted the pee jokes to be something more. I'm sorry... but they weren't, and they will never be. Jokes of those order are low-hanging fruit, the lowest and most-accessible form of comedy... and have been told for millennia. Not sure why they have to be something more, but it goes for everyone- it's not that serious.

Don't think I programed a machine to do anything that was mentioned (tulpas, what?). Don't think "my issues have issues," just saying. Seems like I'm doing fine these days, if it's still a matter of question- you certainly couldn't pull that off if your...

*checks notes*

... "issues have issues." Having stepped outside of the make-up-everything-humiliation-ritual space, I can safely say that someone/s simply wanted to have someone to call Such and Such and tar and feather them so they had someone to kick. Normie Norman simply wandered into the wrong space, and was shock-stunned enough to be played for a foolish fool.

Kind of like a mean game. Again, not sure someone at their lowest is representative of... you know, a normal day, away from a particular bad place? Don't know how else to say it- I'm feeling pretty sane these days (small wonder why). Don't even think I was insane before, either- I think that was just for the sake of trolling.

Unless you consider trying to drive a sane person insane, insane, which... well, sure, but it's equally true that things were greatly exaggerated regarding the whole insane thing.

On that note, let me continue to address some of the other weird things I read today.

I don't think I "felt aggressive" and something something my (?) OCs, because that's nuts. Not sure where that's coming from, but it isn't me.

I don't think I chatted anyone up off the site a la DMs or anything, even- that's not/wasn't my style, doesn't make any sense. Like, the way it was described, it especially does not make any sense.

Really does not check out.

Blogging? Yeah, sure. Just not anymore to a small insular circle of people looking to hurt people. I blog here now. Is that dumb of me to do? Maybe, depending on how you look at it and where you're coming from, but I am in fact blogging.

And it's mighty odd for someone to be sending me a screenshot of someone saying that no one would want to be me which is... incredible, frankly. I don't think the individual in question was watching me do anything I did, so it's also that I"m curious as to how they would have the knowledge of what even happened, happens, or knows the goings-on of the day-to-day, especially these days. It bears repetition, because... again, "what are they talking about" is all I can think when I read any of that.

It's probably what most people will think, reading this.

Did someone dream something up? Are they just filling in the gaps of their own knowledge with bupkis? Beats me. I'm more perplexed than anything else.

You might find that this is why the individual in question was blocked. Really weird stuff to be reading today, didn't think I needed to type any of this out. And for the sake of driving the point home: maybe it's really weird to be some object of fixation, or some kind of totem or token for someone to be channeling some of their own personal whatever-and-such through- especially when it seems that I can't speak for myself.

Does this person know that the ban from the particular place was permanent? That doesn't sound like the narrative they keep spinning. Really weird stuff!

Don't get me wrong. I'm responding in a way, here. But, humor me.

It has been literal, actual years. Like, 2? Something like that? I have moved on. I never went back!

So, what is happening with theses weird stories, still... today, 2 years later?

This only happens to happen when "I'm not there to speak for myself." It's worth thinking about, if it's even worth thinking about, the next time someone wonders if someone on a proverbial street corner describing tulpas is trying to use me as a trollshield... despite them and I having nothing much in common (be honest at this point)... and then making up extra details...

And not having that kind of relationship or correspondence with me...

Um.

Don't try to live though me? I'm not your imaginary friend? That's weird, maybe?

It's hard to really get worked up over it (it's been 2 years of Coming Along Swimmingly On A Lazy River for the most part), but, you know?

It's a real,

"Huh?"

kind of thing.

Come of think of it... it kind of sucks that I even have to say anything.

Just... really? You know? I feel like that's not the source to be getting your information from. The amount of times someone has told me some information about myself from that particular source, the story is always wildly changing and morphing until I don't even recognize what I'm reading.

Weird.

In summary: I have no idea, no love lost at this point, please don't believe everything you read online, reports of my mental health (and death) have been greatly exaggerated, and would you kindly cease.

(Some of those are a reference/joke, please look it up if you find that you are taking it seriously.)