I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter how lovely a person you are, if you are a parasite, I just can’t. I can’t cater to your needs. It doesn’t mean I don’t like you–I probably will. I’ll probably love you, the beauty of your person. But I can’t help you, I can’t do free things for you, everything has a price, and that’s the hard facts of life.
And this probably doesn’t apply to nearly 99.999% of you reading this right now, so feel free to ignore it.
Mostly thinking of my mom, but also some strangers I see on the internet from time to time.