This story was quite big. I never would have expect that this would be made to address the recent issues going on with the problems happening. Why do I got the feeling that this may have been based on what has been recently happening between us two in reality online?

What it represents is the time you and I had tensions between us, and I almost abandoned you because you (allegedly) didn't seem to want to do anything beyond the things you like. But if anybody's at fault, it's me for being a grouch over it. I'm so sorry!

*hugs* I am sorry that I made you feel pestered. It wasn't my intention to do so. Please forgive my actions.

*hugs back* Of course I forgive you. You just need to do your part by expanding beyond your normal selection of things you like, and not be so nitpicky. Now I have the same problems as you, but for an entirely different reason.

Oh? Please explain.

I used to bug people to death with the obsessions I had over TV game shows and the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise. Eventually I was dismissed as a nuisance, and the bullies just kept on picking on me. That was during my 8th grade year of high school, and one bully was expelled because he went around preaching that Sonic the Hedgehog is Satanic, and that being at a private Christian school (I went to one instead of public school), I was not upholding the principles of the Bible.

In the end, it was determined that I was autistic, and that while I deserved any justifiable punishment, it did explain why I had the obsessions, and thus was way narrow-minded. I didn't do any of the things my friends did because my code of morals didn't allow it (mostly notable in the TV shows and video games they watched and played).

Today, my problems come from stress at work, when my co-workers discover that I am not a smoker or drinker, and that I'm not into some of the things I like. Ironically, the managers like me better than them because I focus on my job, and I generally don't talk to anybody; this comes from the fact that in high school, I morphed from wanting to be with the crowd to somebody who wanted to flee from the crowd and be alone.

During that high school period, however, my friends and teachers figured out the problem I had, and why I had my reasons. Other evidence leading them to conclude I am autistic has to do with my sensitivity to noise, certain foods (neither of which are a problem now), and profanity (which is a problem for me). I also had episodes where I'd scream at the kids to shut up if it was too loud, particularly if a substitute teacher was in (because the only substitute they weren't rude to was my mom; she now is a regular high school English teacher at the same private Christian institution of learning). I would even talk to myself, not being aware of the other people around me, and I'd tell the other kids how wrong it was for their parents to let them get involved in things I wasn't (and you may weep at this, but one such thing was the Pokemon franchise). The sin there was me trying to be the Holy Spirit, and no one human being on Earth can do that; it's impossible.

At the church I went to at the time (God led us to somewhere else now), I made a fuss because somebody bought the youth floor an XBOX, complete with the M-rated game Halo; that is not appropriate for a church. There was also a PS2 with T and M-rated games. Plus, the church was going in the wrong direction, and when my brother and I expressed concerns about it, they didn't believe me. (Other parents threatened to leave the church over the video games being there in the first place, however, and eventually they compromised when the XBOX and PS2 were replaced by a Nintendo Wii, with all games being games rated E for Everyone.) I didn't play the games at all, though; the purpose of a church is to devote your focus to God and your faith in Jesus Christ, the Son of God, and Savior of all mankind. He is your guaranteed ticket to heaven, after all.

So as you can see, I expected people to like and dislike the same things I did, and I was nitpicky about certain details on certain things, even as you did. But not everybody thought the same way I did, and what I wanted was respect from everybody (provided I behaved and did my part, which I did). Also, I hadn't been conscious of it, but what I really wanted in the end, I'll never have. What is that? A world where everything is super simple, where the rules and regulations of things are straightforward and easy to understand, and where everybody gets along with everybody. That's what heaven will be like. But that's what I wanted here and now (and then).

Here's my point, though: even though nobody deserves to be bullied, I felt that I did, because I gave them reasons to bully me. So I did it to myself.

Thus, when you and I got into a rut of our roleplays revolving only around parades, marching bands, the snare drum, and the fact you expected all my characters to play a snare drum with the "90's TOON" timbre, it was irritating me to the point of death, but it left me feeling guilty, because I was getting a taste of my own medicine. "Now I know how they felt when I bugged them," I thought.

*hugs*

I still feel kind of guilty for what I did, but I guess I really should consider this as a wakeup call to truly start changing. Unless, it's just who I really am.

Yes; consider this your wake-up call. I say this out of sincerity and kindness, and not out of anger or grouchiness. It's not who you really are; you're way better than this.

I must get a hold on!

Yes, you must; it will benefit all of us!

I will! Please believe me!

Of course I believe you; you just have to do it.