Like, at the time, I was in a place where I was so annoying and neurotic that it was not hard for people with low thresholds for BS not to snap at me. Because when I first met these people, I was really fake. I mean, being fake is understandable, but what was more mind-boggling was how much I was also being fake to myself. I guess I just had a higher tolerance for fakeness back in the day, because today, every time I try to be fake, I wind up feeling like crap. Then again, I know a way to make myself feel better about this all: that because I was so fake, the people criticizing me weren't even criticizing the real me, so they were really criticizing somebody else. (I made a Vaguebook post saying just that, and it was one of the few moments that I was capable of making sick burns involving them.)