It’s one thing to be funny, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to be completely, totally and utterly obnoxious. Sometimes, people fail to realize when they’ve crossed the thin line between the two. Unfortunately, once the line has been crossed, it’s hard to uncross.

Tonight, it was crossed. Irrevocably crossed. I am tired of getting nagged at or ‘picked on’ for my role play of carrying a blade. It’s part of my persona, it always has been. That and my blue velvet cloak. Tonight, it got to the point where I can no longer tolerate the picking at. Do not accuse me of scaring people off when it has nothing to do with me. I’ve had enough of being the scapegoat because others can’t handle who I am.

Take responsibility for your own fears, leave me the fuck alone.