Getting Past the Grump

Just after I dove into bed last night, Caspian confronted me. He was upset. About me decommissioning this blog. At first he just grumped about despising "learning things through the internet" about "people he is close to" [me]. After getting past the grump, he told me that he liked blogging with me, even if we never talk about the same things. He liked reading what I had to write and was happy that I seemed to have so much fun writing. He was confuzzled about why I suddenly decided to stop.

After that, he berated me for being so hard on myself. And I am so hard on myself, every hour of every day. He was irate because I called myself narcissistic and deceptive and shallow and he doesn't believe me to be these things.

I think he suspected that I did something dumb on a whim and would probably regret it later.

Anyway. Maybe I'll flake out.