Man, you really are just a miserable cunt then. Best of luck with that. Maybe those venerated geniuses will come up with that magical solution for you.
Imagine we’re at a party. I am now grabbing my beer and going to talk to somebody who isn’t an asshole. Don’t follow me.
Look, I know that you love me, but I asked you to please not follow me. Maybe we could have had something great, but you ruined it. And that’s on you, kid. I don’t believe in second chances.